#she just wanted her bed time KISSIE!!!!!
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How am I meant to move on from Max and Pâs very clear bed time routine of âgood night P, see you tomorrowâ and lil cheek kissies. How.
#he is a girl dad. he is meant for daughters.#you can tell he adores her so much#and she doesnât have an agenda!!!#she just wanted her bed time KISSIE!!!!!#every interaction weâve seen#everything thatâs posted#his BDAY CAKE#they are a FAMILY. whether yâall like it or not.#he loves his girls#and heâll never make p feel anything but love#the fact that she isnât his doesnât matter lmao#but yâall continue being miserable couldnât be me xx
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Hi I have an idea
Imagine the reader got all the toys from Safe Haven, Doey, Poppy, Kissy and Yarnaby out of the factory and make their basement the new home and how life would be like because I imagine all the toys need a wash, they probably forgot about privacy or knocking before entering so would lead to embarrassing moments like Yarnaby walking into the bathroom while the reader is showing and just joining them not understanding that it's wrong but the reader would make a huge meal of pancakes, bacon, sausage and eggs as soon as they're out of there no matter what time of day it is
Sorry if this is long just thought it was a good idea
this is such a silly idea I love this đđ
pairings: platonic!doey, poppy, kissy, and yarnaby x player!reader (plus smiling critters!)
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-after everyone escapes the factory (and nothing bad happens!!) you take the toys back to where you live, as that would be the safest place for them now that they're out of the factory!
-lets hope your basement is big enough to fit all these critters bc if not, there might be some capacity issues sgfhs
-doey and poppy have the easiest time settling in compared to the others, as they're the most sentient/human, while the other toys are a bit like animals you just brought back from the adoption shelter lol
-the toys are all extremely grateful you saved them and are now giving them a safe place to live outside of the nightmarish factory
-but be warned, they WILL raid your fridge, these guys are starving đ„ș
-yarnaby immediately dominates your bed, taking up the entire mattress with his body, so everyone will have to sleep around him. kissy will probably curl up beside the bed with poppy while you and the smiling critters pile up onto yarnaby
-they cannot be without you for more than ten seconds apparently, especially yarnaby and kissy, they are always following you around like lost puppies and wanting your attention!
-say goodbye to privacy because now with giant toys in your house, you never get an ounce of alone time lol
-yarnaby likes whenever you play music, he'll lay down and purr and listen to it for hours!
-poppy is glad to finally have the chance to be a real girl, and asks you if you'll teach her ways about the real world so she can fit in someday!
-doey helps you a lot with chores, since he's the most mature out of the toys. he also feels like they're all a burden to you but you assure him they aren't, and that you appreciate his help!
-the smiling critters kinda just chill, they don't cause too much trouble, aside from climbing all over the place, especially the fridge to reach the sugary cereal you put up high!
-they all LOVE it when you cook breakfast for them, or any meal really! they've only ever eaten scraps from carcasses in the factory, so getting to taste bacon, eggs, and pancakes for the first time is a wonderful experience for them!
-overall the toys are very happy to be at your side, as now they get to live a happy life, away from the cursed playtime factory
#poppy playtime#poppy playtime x reader#doey#doey x reader#kissy missy#kissy missy x reader#yarnaby#yarnaby x reader#hcs
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co-parenting a dog with pro!katsuki means having horrendously wrapped christmas presents.
"hey, kats?" you're about to open the door to the living room when he quickly calls out a warning.
"don't come in here right now!" your hand hovers over the door handle, eyebrows pinching in confusion.
"is something wrong?"
"wrapping presents," he replies with the tiniest air of frustration. you think you hear a hissed move, damn it! but figure it's just the sound of the heater roaring to life.
"i thought we agreed we would wrap each other's presents when the other wasn't home," you point out and you get a grunt of assent. you take it as permission. "i'm gonna open the door now--"
"don't! 'm not done yet!" there's whispering and shuffling on the other side of the door but you genuinely can't make out what the urgency is all about.
"bakugo katsuki, i have literally seen you shit-faced wasted," you command. "i don't care about your wrapping paper job, so i'm gonna open the door now." before he can implore you to wait, you appear in the doorway and pause.
now what the hell is going on here?
on his knees in the living room with two hands shoved under your gigantic shepherd mix's butt, katsuki freezes and both the dog and your boyfriend's eyes go wide. it takes you a second to process what's happening here, before realizing where your dog decided to rest her body. you burst out laughing unexpectedly, a loud, echoing laugh that bounces off the kitchen cabinets.
"are you trying to lift my damn dog?" katsuki gapes in protest.
"she sat on the wrapping paper and i can't get her off!" he narrows his eyes in thought for a moment. "also, she's our damn dog. i have to deal with her as much as you do."
"i'm not so much dealing with her as i am living with her," you say, making kissy noises to beckon the dog off the paper. it wrinkles and tears holes under her paws and she smacks katsuki with her fluffy tail as she approaches you for much-needed affection. "look at you, puppy. is katsuki being a meanie?"
"she started it," he huffs, sitting back against the couch. "tried to tell her to stay on her bed, but she would just come over and be a bother."
"i was on a work call for an hour, and you can't get the dog to stay in one place?" he shrugs a broad shoulder and you crawl over to sit beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder.
"did you try moving her bed over here?"
"yeah, and she just wanted to sit on the paper anyway, so there was no point." your dog completes the trio and lies down next to you, putting her head in your lap. you can feel his irritation radiating under his black long sleeve, the way his cheeks were slightly red with indignance.
"why're you frustrated, baby?"
"the paper looks like shit now, but every time i yell at her to move, she flinches away and looks sad," he mumbles in deep thought. "i don't wanna scare her, but i also wanna just wrap the damn presents."
"maybe she wants to help," you offer.
"she ain't got thumbs, sweetheart," he deadpans.
"how about you keep her occupied and i'll do the paper job myself? that way we're all engaged in some way." your boyfriend considers this for a minute before a small smirk appears on his face, glancing at the dog resting on your legs.
"i think i have a better idea."
when it comes time for the class 1a's annual christmas celebration, they watch bakugo lay out a crumpled piece of wrapping paper in the middle of the floor. before they can ask what he's doing, he motions to the dog and she happily lays down, ready to be included in whatever holiday festivities were occurring.
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"pilates princess" a changbin oneshot by @cosmicalily
author's note: i was talking to @thevampywolf this morning about how there's a proper lack of changbin fluff fics on tumblr atm and i decided to make it my mission of the day to change that! i absolutely love binnie, he's the silliest, sweetest guy and i was thinking of how to blend his gym obsession with his adorable personality, and a (very much so in love) pilates princess was born!!
Seo Changbin did not have time for girls.
According to his roommate, Han Jisung, his one and only true love was the gym, where he spent almost every spare second of his day. His diet consisted of protein powder, chicken breasts, green smoothies and instant ramen. He only drank cold brews with absolutely no sugar, because he couldnât stand sweet things.Â
He was pretty quiet and some would say intimidating. Didnât say a lot, didnât do a lot.
But now, watching you, he felt something different. He felt strange. He felt soft.
Changbin looked over at you curiously from the bench press, pausing to catch his breath for a moment as you stretched your body like a cat, toes pointed, shoulders straight.
Dressed in a pale pink sports bra with a matching long-sleeved ballet wrap and black leggings, to say you looked a little out of place in a predominantly male gym was an understatement. Your hair was pulled back with a ribbon, a sticker-decorated water bottle by the side of your mat and an iced milky-green drink beside it.
You breathed slowly, stretching your arms forward and touching your toes before sitting straight, cocking your head at your one-man audience.
âWhy are you watching me?â you wrinkled your nose in disgust, self-consciously placing a hand over your chest. âIâm here for the exact same reason as you, itâs not my fault the girlsâ dorms donât have a gym.â
Changbin flushed. âIâm sorry. It probably seemed creepy, fuck, itâs not, I promise. Iâm just . . . curious. What were you doing? Iâve never seen anyone exercise like that. Everyone who comes in either beats the shit out of the boxing bag or lifts.â
âPilates,â you smiled, looking less uncomfortable. âI got my instructing licence a bit ago, but the place I teach at is only open in the mornings. So if Iâve had an early class or lecture and want to work out in the afternoon, I have to come here. Trust me, I wouldnât be here voluntarily. You guys are gross.â
He pouted. âIâm not. Iâm cute.âÂ
âYeah, sure you are, princess,â you chuckled, taking a sip from the green drink. You noticed him looking at it. âItâs matcha, do you want some?â
âFuck no, my friend said that tastes like grass,â Changbin shook his head furiously.
You laughed at him, inching the cup closer to him. âCâmon, try a sip. Youâll like this one, itâs sweet. I always get vanilla in it since I canât stand bitter drinks.â
He very cautiously leaned forward, looking at you carefully in case you recoiled when he pressed his lips on the straw. You didnât, seeming less and less shy by the second, watching him eagerly as he swallowed.
â...and the verdict is?â you prompted.
âWhere can I get my own?â
Jisung looked around Changbinâs room in shock, eyes comically wide as he took in his surroundings. Sure, it had been a week while heâd been staying with his parents, but surely Changbinâs life hadnât changed so . . . drastically? Or had he somehow been invaded by some kind of pink fairy?
A pale pink sports bra lay strewn on Changbinâs bed, accompanied by a pair of soft grey flared leggings and a drink bottle. There was a handbag too, with ribbons and cute fluffy keychains, all belongings that most certainly were not his. But there were slightly more permanent looking changes, too. A pink MyMelody sticker on Changbinâs previously pristine laptop. A little beaded bow charm on his duffle bag. Two polaroids pinned above his bed; one of a girl making a kissy face, another of her with Changbin, pinching his cheek as he beamed at her adoringly.
Did Seo Changbin have a girlfriend?
And why wasnât she a black-donning, gym obsessed weirdo like he was?
âOh hi, Ji, youâre back!â Changbin smiled wide, something that Jisung swore he had never seen in all his time being his roommate. Or at least, not for a very long time. But Changbin had a whole different air about him; his body, although still buff, didnât seem as tense as it usually was. His brow wasnât furrowed and there was colour in his cheeks. And, for the love of God, had he blow dried his hair?
Jisung smiled back. âHey, Bin. What are you drinking? New protein powder?â
âItâs a vanilla matcha, you should try it,â he handed it to Jisung, who took a tentative sip then stared, open-mouthed in shock.
âThatâs . . . sweet.â
âNo shit,â Changbin laughed at him, thumping his friend on the back. âItâs good, right? Y/N introduced me to them.â
Jisung handed it back, still suspicious that the real Seo Changbin had been abducted and that the man in front of him was a secret twin. âOh, nice. Is that her stuff in your room?â
âSure is,â a sweet voice chuckled from behind Changbin. A petite girl flew through the door, wrapping her arms tight around Changbinâs waist. âIâm Y/N, Jisung. Itâs nice to finally meet you! Binnieâs told me so much about you two.â
Jisung raised an eyebrow. âAnd youâre . . . ?â
âSheâs my girlfriend,â Changbin said proudly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
âYeah, but heâs the babygirl. Everyone knows that,â you rolled your eyes playfully. âHeâs a pilates princess now, Jisung, Iâve converted him. Surprised he wasnât doing it earlier; itâs very him, you know.â
Jisung blinked slowly, taking in the sight in front of him.
âSeo Changbin? A princess?â he mumbled.
âSure I am,â Changbin shrugged, and Jisung promptly fainted in shock.
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First Kiss - Remus Lupin
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Summary: Sirius, James, and Peter tease Remus about his lack of a first kiss.
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The Maraudersâ dorm was a hub of noise and laughter that night, with Sirius sprawled out on his bed, proudly recounting his latest adventure with a girl heâd met in Herbology. He stretched his arms out with a smug smile. âAbsolutely couldnât keep her hands off me,â he said, punctuating the sentence with a wink. âWho could, right?â
James, perched on the edge of his bed, raised an eyebrow but couldnât keep from laughing. âRight, because obviously, youâre the irresistible Sirius Black. Never mind your terrible reputation.â
Sirius rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. âAt least Iâm doing something about my love life, unlike some people here,â he said, nodding toward James. âSpeaking ofâhowâs it going with Evans?â
James grinned, his eyes brightening. âActually, better than usual,â he said, a bit bashfully. âLast time I asked her out, she didnât seem nearly as annoyed. Progress, right?â
Sirius clapped his hands together in a grand show of celebration. âItâs happening! Lily Evans is finally seeing the charm of our dear Prongs!â
Remus, sitting off to the side with a book in hand, did his best to block out the conversation, though his lips twitched into a faint smile. He turned the page, not really reading it, but it was better than participating in the banter. Maybe, if he was quiet enough, theyâd forget he was there.
But, of course, they didnât.
Sirius smirked as he turned to Remus. âWhat about you, Moony? Got any secret admirers youâre hiding from us?â
Remus shrugged without looking up. âNo,â he said simply, his eyes stubbornly fixed on the book in front of him, even though he hadnât comprehended a single sentence since Sirius started talking.
James leaned back, resting on his hands, and squinted at Remus with a skeptical grin. âI bet you havenât even had your first kiss yet, have you?â
Remus felt the tips of his ears go warm. âWhat does that have to do with anything?â
Peter let out a small, surprised gasp. âWait, really? Remus, you havenât?â
Remus gritted his teeth, shrinking back slightly as all eyes in the room turned to him. âYes, really. So what?â he said, bristling defensively. He sank lower into his chair, feeling the familiar urge to just vanish.
James held up his hands in a calming gesture. âNothing wrong with that! Itâs⊠noble, even,â he said, nodding. âIâm waiting for mine, too. For Lily.â He leaned back with a dreamy look on his face, as if he could see her there in front of him, and Remus had to bite back a chuckle.
But Sirius wasnât about to let it go. With a mischievous grin, he jumped to his feet and swaggered over to Remus, leaning close. âYou know, Moony,â he whispered conspiratorially, âI could help you out. Want me to teach you how to kiss?â
Remusâs eyes widened, and he tried to pull back, clutching his book tightly to his chest. âWhat? No, stop that!â he stammered, face burning. âI know how to kiss. Iâve read books!â
But Sirius was undeterred, moving even closer and pursing his lips in a ridiculous kissy face. âOh really? The books taught you, did they?â
Remus flinched, scrambling back as much as he could while stuck on the bed, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. Sirius was nearly nose-to-nose with him when the door creaked open, and a voice interrupted their antics.
âUmâŠâ You paused in the doorway, eyebrows raised as you took in the scene. âShould I come back later?â
Remus jerked upright so quickly he almost fell off the bed. He shot Sirius a warning look and quickly scrambled away from him, trying to salvage whatever dignity he had left. âNo! No, you donât have to leave,â he said, still looking as flustered as ever. âStay. Please.â
You glanced between them, an amused smile on your face as you walked over. âWhatâs going on?â
Remus coughed, his gaze shifting to the floor. âNothing. Absolutely noââ He could only hope you wouldnât ask any more questions.
But, of course, Peter piped up. âWe were just talking about how Remus hasnât had his first kiss yet,â he said with a cheerful grin, clearly oblivious to Remusâs mortification.
Remus shot him a look, but the damage was done. He glanced at you, his cheeks going pink all over again. He hadnât wanted you to hear about it, of all people. If heâd felt embarrassed before, now he was ready to crawl under his bed and never come out.
âItâs not a big deal,â he muttered, clutching his book like a lifeline. âI was just going to go somewhere quiet to read. A place where they donât talk about my⊠kissing experience,â he added, shooting a pointed look at his friends.
Without waiting for a reply, Remus turned and made his way out of the dorm room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was halfway down the corridor when he heard footsteps following him. He slowed down and turned to see you jogging to catch up, your face softened with concern.
âHey, Remus,â you said gently when you reached him, looking him in the eyes. âIs it true? You havenât, umâŠ?â
Remus sighed, pressing his lips together. Heâd never thought about his inexperience much before, but now it felt like a glaring flaw. âYeah, itâs true,â he admitted, his voice barely more than a mumble. âItâs a bit pathetic, really, isnât it? Everyone elseâSirius, Jamesâtheyâre all so confident, and Iâm justâŠâ He trailed off, letting out a frustrated sigh.
You reached out, your hand resting on his arm, stopping him in his tracks. âI donât think itâs pathetic at all. Itâs kind of sweet, actually.â Then, with a small, knowing smile, you leaned in and pressed a soft, quick kiss to his lips.
It was so brief that Remus barely had time to process it, but when you pulled back, he was frozen in place, staring at you with wide eyes and a stunned expression. His cheeks went a brilliant shade of red, and he swallowed, completely speechless.
âThere,â you said softly, smiling up at him. âNow you donât have to be embarrassed about it.â
The sound of voices suddenly broke the quiet, and the two of you turned back to see James and Sirius shouting about something from inside the room. You chuckled, rolling your eyes. âI should probably go check on them before they tear the place apart. You go enjoy your book, alright?â
With a final, reassuring smile, you turned and walked back to the dorm, leaving Remus standing alone in the hallway, still clutching his book and staring after you, completely dazed.
He finally looked down at the page in his book, a foolish grin tugging at his lips. He knew that focusing on reading was going to be utterly impossible.
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A/N ~ please tell me somebody gets the reference I made đ
#fanfic#fluff#first kiss#remus lupin x reader#marauders#remus lupin#dead gay wizards from the 70s#the marauders#mauraders#remus lipin x y/n#remus lupin x you#remus lupin x y/n#remus x reader#remus x you#remus x y/n
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Can you do prompt 15 and 20 with kenan yildiz. Like heâs really cuddly n kissy in the morning and your really moody but he wonât stop kissing you. x
btw your the best writer on this app.
Sunshine and Grumbles~Kenan Yildiz
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this one is so cute. enjoy <3
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master list -> part 2
players/drivers I write for
15-"good morning sunshine " " fuck off"
20-"Kiss me"
The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. y/n groaned, shifting under the covers as the brightness seemed to seep through her eyelids.
Mornings ere never her favorite part of the day, especially when she woke up groggy and irritable.
Next to her, Kenan stirred, already wide awake and annoyingly chipper. The bed shifted as he rolled over, his arm snaking around her waist, pulling her closer.
His warm breath tickled her ear as he nuzzled his face into her neck.
"good morning sunshine" he murmured, his voice filled with that unbearable morning cheer.
y/n groaned, trying to bury her face deeper into the blankets.
"fuck off" she muttered, her voice muffled by the pillow.
Kenan chuckled softly, completely unbothered by her foul mood. If anything her grumpy attitude seemed to amuse him ever more.
He tightened her grip around her waist, pulled her even closer until she was basically flush against his chest. His lips brushed against the back of her neck, feather-light, sending a shiver down her spine.
"c'mon baby" he whispered, his voice soft and teasing. "don't be like that. it's a beautiful morning and I just want to kiss my girl"
She squirmed in his arms, trying to free herself from his grip, but Kenan was persistent. He flipped her onto her back gently, hovering over her with that mischievous smile that never failed to make her heart flutter, even though she'd never admit it right now.
Her eyes fluttered open slightly as she glared at him. "Kenan" she warned, but it was half-hearted at best. She could never really stay mad at him for that long.
Ignoring her protest, Kenan leaned down and pressed a kiss on her cheek.
"kiss me" he mumbled teasingly, before kissing her other cheek. But he didn't stop there, trailing kisses across her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, and across her jawline.
y/n turned her head to the side, trying to avoid Kenan's lips, but he just followed her movements, his kisses landing everywhere but her lips. It was infuriating, but she couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips as he peppered her face with affection.
"Kenan" y/n groaned, this time with a hint of laugh. " I swear- "
He finally paused, hovering just over her lips, his breath warm against her skin. But instead of giving her the kiss she was secretly hoping for, he kissed the tip of her nose.
"what was that sunshine?" he asked, smirking down at her
y/n huffed, swatting his chest half-heartedly.
"you're so annoying" she muttered, but their was no malice in her tone, in fact she was already starting to melt under his touch.
Kenan just grinned wider, leaning down to plant another kiss on her temple.
"and you love it" he said confidently, his lips brushing against her skin with every word.
As much as she wanted to stay grumpy, it was impossible when he was like this-all soft and loving, kissing her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Slowly her resistance crumbled, and she relaxed into his arms with a soft sigh
"okay fine... I love it" she muttered, giving up
Kenan chuckled, finally pressing a sweet kiss on her lips, soft and tender.
"I knew you did" he murmured against her mouth, before deepening the kiss, making her forget all about her morning mood.
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missed you - jb blurb
quick sum: coming back from a short work/ girls trip back to your little family where everything seems meant to be.
masterlist | judeâs masterlist
âeva sit still baby,â jude chuckled as he saw his almost one year old kick in her high chair, noticing the plate of food made for her. âwe just bathed and dressed you i donât want you to get dirty again,â he set the food in front of her along with a sippy cup filled with her favorite juice.
jude blew on the food thatâs as still hot, making sure it was cool before feeding her. it was exact like this for the past 5 days without you. jude couldnât denied and he missed you terribly, more than eva. he hated the house without you, that laugh, loud screams from time to time, you next to him in bed. it felt strange and he had been shown what it like when heâs not there.
the first night was rough, eva fussy and it was clear she missed you. she could sense it wasnât her mommy when jude tried to rock her to sleep, and was awake most of the night waiting for you. yet as the second and third night passed by she accepted and laid in your spot in her daddies arms. safe and sound.
jude struggled. you were his missing piece. the first day he arrived late to training since he was used to you waking him up, and he always forgot something whether it was an items or a belonging of eva. in every phone call you could hear the sadness and tiredness in his voice, which made you feel guilty but jude reassured you to have the bestest fun because you deserved it.
he needed you desperately and he couldnât wait for you to get home. they both did.
âis it yummy?â he scrunched his nose as eva nodded her head and gave him a kissy face. âitâs not like mommyâs food but i tried my best,â he fed her once again, cleaning the corners of her mouth to avoid it spreading down and getting messy. âyou miss her too donât you?â he loved talking to her. jude was a known yapper, he spoke to eva when she was in your belly and donât even get started now that she was learning and comprehending words.
âi missed both of you.â
jude snapped his head around quickly, eva yelping and kicking in her chair when she heard you. jude was first to greet you, giving eva her final bite before lunging towards you and pulling you into a messy kiss. he didnât care, his girl was back in his arms and thatâs all that mattered. he held your face giving you kisses on your cheeks, bridge of nose and temple. giving you all the attention you lacked from.
you ushered to eva who gave you a toothy smile as she called out for you. you gently removed her from the high chair, sighing a breath of relief when you held your babygirl, her head finishing home on your shoulder and her chunky arms wrapping around your neck. âoh my. iâve missed you both so so much,â you walked towards jude hugging his middle, your head finishing home in the crook of his neck.
âweâre so glad to have you back my love,â jude replied, rubbing his hand against your back.
jude advised you to go freshen up, as he packed and cleaned the kitchen from the dinner mess. eva rested on his hip as he gently cleaned her mouth with warm water to remove any excess food she had after eating a small cookie. he prepared her night bottle and changed her into her night onsie. âmamma?â he looked down to see her almost close to sleeping yet yearing for you.
âiâm right here baby,â you kissed judeâs shoulder before going both of them on the couch. eva crawling into your hold and immediately fell asleep. jude asked you many questions about what you did, how it went, wanting to know everything as if he was there. and you made sure to give him every ounce of love because you missed him terribly.
âi see what you go through now when iâm not here,â you heard jude say softly not wanting to wake up eva. jude rested his head on your shoulder, âwhat do you mean?â you ask looking down to see his big brown eyes staring right into yours. âi now know what itâs like when itâs only the two of you here and iâm away on england break or away games,â was all he said.
âyou did an amazing job jude,â you assured him, âi know it can get difficult and you feel the need to give up, but you were killing two birds at once. you had training yet also had dad duties. and that can be alot on your plate...â you kissed his temple, ushering him to lay on your lap, adjusting evaâs chunky feet so her daddy could lay comfortably as well.
âi canât explain how much i missed you,â jude laughed almost embarrassed because you knew he was being needy. but jude was that attached and in love with you. âit didnât feel the same without you here. it felt empty, i didnât have anyone to talk to besides eva, and my mom. i just wanted you here,â jude admitted. you pouted at your man, knowing he was trusting you with his vulnerability.
âi donât know if it was just me but anywhere i went i was looking for you. you and eva were my only thoughts everyday. i was seeing delulu thinking you were there. i had to cuddle with y/f/n because iâm so used to it,â you joked earring a laugh from him. âwe both needed each other,â you sealed. the two of spoke quietly as you finished your tea, watching your soap opera together.
âdid any guys come up to you?â
âreally jude?â
âwhat i need to know.â
âyes⊠many did,â you lied. but not really because there was few who approached you.
âexcuse me? what do you mean?â
ârelax i told them you were my husbandâŠâ you laughed, shushing eva when she twitched her sleep, cuddling closer to you. âgood.â
âand that i had a kid.â
âeven better.â
âjude?â
âhmm?â
âim messing with youâŠâ
âoh my god.â
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Bound to Fall in Love
Angel/Demon! 141 x reader
Tags: kidnapping, sacrifices, religious references, reader is too angry to die, reader commits murder lol, canon typical violence??, reader gets a kissy on the forehead, a tad crack-ish
Inclusivity tags: reader is referred to w he/him and they/them pronouns, no bodily description, no y/n
A/n: call my brain an apple w all the worms it's got. This was just a blurb at first, but I made room in there for me to potentially make it into... something I guess.
minors dni!
"Cole, I can't fucking focus while they're just... staring at us like that."
"Ignore it, Bess. We have to finish these candles."
You wish a bolt of lightening would come down and strike all three of you at once. Or maybe the building spontaneously combusting would be better. Anything, anything, would be better at this moment than watching your boyfriend and best friend work together to light a summoning circle after having tied you up in your sleep.
For a fraction of a second, you wonder if any gods are watching, if any of them would be willing to give you a boon and allow you one last chance to punch both of these betrayers in the face.
"Okay, okay, the book," Bess mutters, going to the pick up her ritual book from the coffee table you bought. Honestly, if they were going to try to sacrifice you somewhere, your living room is one of the most disrespectful places. Probably right under your bed room.
"I'm sorry," Cole has the gaul to look down at you with a face stricken with grief. Like you're dead already. "We didn't know what else to do. We're both in bad places and you've always been so good to us, so we figured-"
"You better hope this fucking kills me." You grunt. Cole's face melts into a glare. "Because if I'm still breathing, it's going to take more than Satan's intervention to save you from me. I swear on my mother." You jerk forward, making him jump back a step.
"Cole...?" Bess looks at you, then up at Cole with unease. Cole doesn't say anything for a second, sorting his feelings out with a leer before turning to her.
"Read the book."
He drags you into the middle of their pentagram while she sings Latin words off the old book pages. The candles flicker and waver before their flames grow twice as tall. Cole rolls you onto your back and pulls a knife from his back pocket.
"I meant it when I said I'm sorry," Cole mutters. You snarl, but don't jump at him like you want to.
"Yeah? Yeah, you're sorry? Kiss my ass!" You shout over Bess's reading. "If I'm still alive after this, I'm killing you and burying you in the fucking septic tank!" You crane your head up so you can see Bess as well. "Time to get some stuff off my chest, yeah? Bess, I fucked your older brother on the day we graduated."
Her eyes go wide, and she almost stops talking, but Cole shoots her a look that forces her to continue.
"And his friend Carl, the one you had a crush on. And Cole? I never. Fucking. Finished. Ever! You are the only person I've dated who couldn't get me off." Cole's hand's twitch around the blade.
"Are you serious?"
"Does now look like a time to- ack!" You don't get to finish because Bess finished the spell and it was time for your blood to fuel it. The blade buries in your gut, turning this way and that way at measured increments. You just lay there and twitch, breathy gasps falling from your gaping mouth, the pain only throwing fuel to the fires of your rage.
"Please, we call you here! Honor us with your presence!" Bess chants. Cole step away from you when the candles roar and your vision is filled with bright red and orange.
The ground beneath you rumbles. Whispers fill your ears, nothing you can ever imagine understanding, but something tells you they're other summoners. Or maybe little souls of those who were just where you are now, with a people sacrificing them.
It's odd, you think as blood soaks your back, your hair. You thought you'd be more scared in what could be your final moments. But there's only anguish where there should be fear. Only unfettered violent tension felt in your muscles, and a tongue hungering for iron and gore. You're jaw is wound tight enough to shatter your teeth.
If you could think straight, if you weren't about to die, you might be a little concerned. Never have you wanted to sink your fingers into someone's soft bits as much as you do now. This is normal, right? A normal amount of rage for the people taking your life.
Something in your gut tells you it's not.
In the fog of your rage, you missed the appearance of a pair of men above you. They hover, leathery plum colored wings sagging. One wears a leather strap harness across his chest, while the other favors an unbuttoned silk shirt. One of them looks at you curious as the fire dies, steam and copper colored smoke bellowing from his mouth. A thick cigar hangs on his lips.
"You came! There's... two of you?" Cole gawks, then falls to his knees beside Bess. You can't help but scoff at their sniveling forms.
"We did. There are." The one without the cigar brushes back his long mohawk to get a better look at the whimpering humans. They're nothing new to them, just another set of weak little things looking to get something without putting in the work for it.
Well, they might have had to put in the work to capture you, based on the way you still squirm and fight the rope keeping your arms together. So much blood has left you. You are going to die. Yet you spend your last moments doing what most humans find to be a waste of precious time. Being angry. It's interesting.
"What do you want?" The bearded one in the silk shirt grunts out around his cigar. Bess lifts her head just a bit to speak.
"We want to make a trade. A soul for a better life for us."
There's a moment of silence. You blink your heavy lids, growing too tired to do much else anymore. Both demons look back at you, then to the kneeling humans.
"They're not dead." They say at the same time.
Bess and Cole stiffen and finally chance a glance at you. You're bleeding, a glassy look to your eye and a smile on your face, but you're not dead.
"See, Bess?" You cough up blood only to swallow it back down, "what did I tell you? The cunt can't make me come and can't... can't even make me go."
The mohawked devil pops a wicked smile, not even hiding it from his would-be contractors.
Cole fumes. "I can finish the job. Fuck, am I going to finish the job." He stands, moving to step into the circle only to yelp, the invisible border around the summoning circle becoming visible if only to shock Cole back.
"Not so fast," the bearded one spawns a scroll in his hand. He's eyes glow a molten orange as he scans it. "Section 1, clause 3, part 19 states: executioner(s) must sacrifice one(1) human soul to contractee(s)... Let's see... Here it is: Sacrificee(s) must be dead upon arrival so that proper collection can be done. If sacrificee(s) is still soul bond upon arrival, then they are made the true contractor and all work will be conducted with them."
"In other words," the mohawked one grinned, "you should have went for the heart." He taps at his chest.
"Or the neck." The other devil offers.
"Or that vein in they're thigh."
"The sephenous, Johnny."
"Yeah, that."
"No, no!" Cole grabs at his hair as Bess looks like she's about to start crying. You want to laugh. They deserve the despair. They deserve the horror in their mistake. They were going to kill you!
"That means," the devils lean back to look at you. "You're our contractor. You get two requests at the price of one, human. I suggest one of those requests includes healing you." He flicks the ashes of his cigar on your leg. You don't even have to think of what you want most right now.
"I want you to untie me." You roll on your side. They wait for the rest. Cole and Bess look like they're going to shit themselves from the pale faced looks of terror they give you. Your eyes narrow. "And a hammer. A old fashioned iron and wood handled hammer."
Another beat of silence before the infernals bend over in laughter. The room shacks, sulfuric smoke pouring from their mouths to funk up the room. Cole tries to cox Bess to her feet while they're distracted. Their feet can't move though. It's like they're glued in placed and no amount of pulling and tugging could get them loose. Shame.
"Yer a funny one, love. I'll love having your soul for a few eternities." The one in leather floats over you, tilting his head this way and that way to get a good look at you. You settle him with a neutral look. "My name is Johnny. You sure that's what you want? I think you've only got a few minutes left in you."
"Then let's hurry this up a little, huh?"
"Ooh, you heard 'em." The cigared one snickers and snaps his claws. Two contracts appear in front of your face, both written in a language you can hardly comprehend. A pen appeared in front of your mouth. "Sign on the dotted line please."
You take the quill in your mouth, dip it in the blood beneath you.
"Rah 'ere?"
"Mhm."
You lean forward to dot the paper with your sloppy signature, but bizarrely enough, it seems like the powers that be have decided that they haven't made enough appearances. The floor trembles, and you worry about your poor infrastructure for a fraction of a second, when a set of gold doors spawn right behind you. You roll back onto your back to intake everything. You swear you're hallucinating when a pair of white winged angels step out, the clouded blue of heaven at their back.
"Hello?" You greet stupidly. You must be losing your mind, right? What the fuck is happening.
"Do not sign a thing." The bronzen angel instructs. "Human, we are here as messengers. God sees great things for you in your ascension. Please do not squander that to these demons." He shoots a sharp look at the demonic pair. The angel's counterpart wears a white cloak, obscuring all but his glowing golden eyes. You half expect him to sing "Be not afraid." despite you actively shitting bricks.
Oddly enough, their appearence seems to have some sort of healing property. Your lethargy starts to clear and the blade in your gut starts to get pushed out. Nothing hurts anymore.
"Oh, so we've got a big soul on our hands here, huh?" Johnny smirks. "Price, what's the plan?"
Price the devil throws his cigar to the ground and crushes it.
"Do what we do best. Bargain."
"Don't play with us, Price." The shrouded angel grunts. He's got a mind piercing voice that's got your head ringing, and you swear it echoes despite the room being well furnished. "We can provide them with just as much, if not more, at no cost of their soul." Those gold orbs land on you. "All we ask for is your faith."
"Jesus fucking Christ!" You tug at your bonds with renewed vigor. The angels wince at the mention of their Lord, but only watch as you force yourself upright. "I could not give a rat's ass who gets what! How about this? First one to get me free and a hammer in hand gets my loyalty."
There's two resounding snaps from either side of you. The ropes disappear, a hammer is in your left and right hand. You don't think deeper on what that implies. You finally stand, dropping the hammer in your nondominant hand, and march over to the two people you thought you could trust. They kneel now, seemingly ready to beg for their souls.
"Come on, don't look scared now." You drop your hands on your hips. "What happened to you finishing the job?"
"I didn't want-"
"Say it with your chest." You poke his breast plate with the iron hammer head.
"I didn't want it to come to this!" Cole yells. The divine audience doesn't say anything about it. They watch you curiously as you bounce the hammer in hand. Your soul is visible to them. What should be a glowing ball of light is a red and white morning star, all sharp edges and pulsing like a heart. Your soul will certainly not end up with the others, that much is true.
"I just... I couldn't keep up with you! Your life style, the way you act, your job. I never left good enough. Bess expressed the same thing and we just... clicked. We would have just left, but we could have never lived without struggling, so we just..." He swallows. You can't look at him anymore, hands clenching at what he says next. "The book called for someone we cared for."
''That supposed to make me feel better?" You tilt your head. Cole winces, eyes falling on your feet. You look to Bess. "Thought you were better than this. You were going to kill me. Because what, I was happy? I loved both of you, you could have just talked to me."
"We're sorry! What more do you want?" Bess sobs. You straighten up, bouncing the hammer on your hip, acting like you next action is something to deliberate. You already know what they deserve, and a flash of sadness bubbles in your chest, but it quickly passes as a hot, searing emotion burns a hole into what little hesitation you had left.
"Reckon I want your souls after all the shit you've caused." You grin before swinging the hammer back and caving in Cole's chest.
"Fuck..." is all you can say after everything is done. Cole and Bess lay in a bloody heep, all recognizable features destroyed and crushed. You pant, hands trembling and nothing but white noise and static crunching around in your head. You just killed your best friend and boyfriend. For some reason, you've never felt so light.
Someone's whistle gets followed by a clap.
"Impressive. Done that before?" Johnny chuckles. He floats closer, hand running down your back as he moves past and pokes around the pulped organs. "Shite, did them right in. Can't tell which is which."
"I've never-" you start to answer, but hands are clapped onto your shoulders, shocking you into silence.
"Well, that was a good place to start, lad. Your swings were a bit sloppy, but we can fix that." Price squeezes at your trapezius, massaging the stiffness out of them. A throat clears, and Price sighs like he forgot there was other company.
"We aren't finished. The human is our ward now, Price." The uncloaked angel snaps his finger, pulling you from Price and making you spawn between the two angels. The bronzen angel smiles down at you with teeth so white you could damn near see your reflection.
"There you are. It's nicer to have you close. My friend here is Simon and I'm-"
"Come on, Kyle, you know he's ours!" Johnny spits, his wings flaring out. "We gave him the hammer first, so piss off."
"Uh...huh." Kyle's smile falls. "I think you're a bit mistaken. Look, after executing the human's request, I have his name here." A stone slab appears in front of your face. It's smells like sunshine and warm grass. What the fuck. "His pledge to the Lord has been set and his soul already has a place next to Their throne."
"Right, right, like we don't have documentation neither." Johnny huffs. The stone disappears as a scroll appears next to the devil. The smell of sulfur and smoke wafts over to you. "His name is right there, pretty boy. Getting yer fuckin' lookers on."
Kyle ignores the rude tone and does pull out a pair of reading glasses to go over the scroll. You stand there in the silence, a little too scared to speak up. What could you do anyway? In a blind anger, you didn't really have the mind to think any of this out. Angels and devils are fighting over you because you'd stupid ass was too blood hungry to think past murder. All that can be done is for them to figure this out amongst themselves, and for you to wait for the sentencing. Heaven, or Hell?
"...Simon." Kyle slowly pulls his glasses off. "This is legit. His soul is promised to all of us."
You glance up at Simon, the scary motherfucker. He blinks. Once. Twice. Then pinches the bridge of his nose with a hagard sigh.
"Shit."
That's not good.
Johnny laughs, Price grinning like a dog with a bone. Kyle marches over to you, patting your shoulders with an awkward smile. His demeanor reminds you of the way your mom acted when she said she was going to divorce your dad. And all you can think is "Not this again." Are you going to be spending your afterlife going between heaven and hell forever? Does God get weekends because Their day is Sunday or whatever?
"We need to go and talk this over with some superiors. We'll clean this up," Kyle snaps and the gore is gone, so is the ritual circle and candles. "And we'll get back to you in the morning." He places a feather light kiss on your forehead, and suddenly you're squeaky clean and in the softest set of pajamas you've ever worn. "Stay safe while we're gone and don't allow these two to influence you. Get some rest."
"Blah, blah, blah," Johnny mocks from the sidelines. Price tilts his head, and there's nothing but amusement behind those eyes. Yeah, this is exactly like your parents divorce.
"O-okay? I mean, I'll try." You shrug.
Simon nods. "That's all you can do." He steps back into the golden doorway and Kyle falls in stride. You make some distance, and with a final wave from a white toothed angel, the doors shut with a slam that shakes the house's foundation.
"Just you and us now, stud."
You turn with a comedic slowness to the devils. Price chuffs and floats forward. His assess you, takes you in in all your fluffy white pajama glory, and it seems he finds what he wants when he nods.
"Guess we've got to talk with top brass to see what's going on ourselves. Pity we couldn't stick around longer." The devil's eyes never meet yours, staying glued to various parts of your face. They hop from ears, to your eyebrows, down to your lips. Christ on a bike, is it getting hot in here? His blue, glowing cerulean eyes appear to flash with something.
"Shite, yer right." Johnny groans. "I hate going down there."
"Suck it up, love. You know how I feel about sharing." Price drops his interest in you like an old toy and takes Johnny close by his waist. You watch with a lead poisoned stare as their noses touch intimately, words you can't hear being exchanged. It's kinda of awkward to just stand there and watch but your brain isn't really functioning well enough to tell you to stop.
"Hey, stud." You blink, refocusing on the pair. Johnny seems to have climbed his partner, his legs on his waist and arms around his neck. Price makes busy opening a portal to hell in your livingroom with one hand, supporting Johnny under his ass with the other. "Sit pretty, yeah? 'll be back before those two arseholes, promise."
"Right... yeah." You nod. "Uh, be safe?"
"Be safe, he says." Price mutters. "Cute." Johnny waves until Price steps through the infernal hole and falls from view. The portal closes right behind him so you'd have no hopes of seeing anything but the red hue of smog and dust.
And here you are. A little dazed, a little sad, probably holding back a break down from the last hour of events. But you're alive and you're healed. There's no blood to clean, you're in comfortable pajamas. Could probably sleep right now if your brain would stop for a minute, but it doesn't look like that's in the plans.
So you look for something to do. Cole and Bess and moved around all your furniture to make the summoning circle. Guess you can start there, right?
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Your lips | Pt. 2
(A/N) Good god, I love the scottish translator. Also, thank you for all the notes on Part 1. đ„ș
Pairing: Simon x fem!pregnant!Reader
Warning: mutual pining, medical stuff (nothing graphic), mention of scars, pregnancy, kissis
Synopsis: Simon makes sure to take care of you. Especially when a certain someone comes back into your life.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue
Two steps out of your house and you almost dropped your decaf coffee. Not that that wasnât a common occurrence, not since the baby had started kicking and you started getting Braxton Hicks contractions. But this time, you almost dropped it because of the man standing in your driveway. The man and the car behind him.
âSimon?â
He wasnât wearing his standard uniform, instead sporting grey sweatpants, which hung dangerously low on his hips, and a very, very, very tight black compression shirt. You couldnât decide if he looked as if he had just rolled out of bed or as if he had just gotten done working out. Secretly, you hoped it was the second option.
âHow long have you been waiting for?â
As quickly as your state allowed you to, you walked towards him, but ever the gentleman, he met you halfway and immediately grabbed the bag from your shoulder, before offering you his arm, just like the day before.
âOnly a few minutes.â
(He had been standing in that one spot for almost 40 minutes, waiting for you to come out.)
You glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow once he turned his head to look at you as well.
âAlready told you, you shouldnât be on your feet this much.â
He quickly turned his head, instead focusing his eyes on the car he was leading you to, but you would swear on your life that you saw a little bit of pink peeking out from behind the mask he was wearing. Your lips pulled into a smile as you felt your own cheeks heat up.
Within ten minutes, Simon parked the car right in front of the clinic doors. You frowned slightly, watching Simon round the car and open your door to help you out.
âDonât worry, I just want to get you inside, then Iâll leave.â
You chuckle as you link your arm with his.
âI donât want you to leave.â
Once you realized what you just said, you slapped your free hand over your mouth.
âI-I mean IâŠahmâŠI mean thank you. I donât want you to think that Iâm trying to get rid of you. Not after everything youâre doing for me.â
You could tell by the crinkles surrounding his eyes, that he was smiling.
âWell, Iâm glad youâre not trying to get rid of me.â
You grinned at him, ignoring the stares from your colleagues as he slowly guided you to your office. Once inside, he made sure you were sat down and had everything you needed before he bid his goodbye and swiftly left.
Within seconds of his departure, one of your favorite colleagues entered the office, a stupid grin on her face. But you held up your hand before she could say anything.
âNo, nothing is going on between us. Heâs just being nice and taking care of a lonely, pregnant lady.â
You stopped for a second, looking her in the eyes before a grin took over your lips.
âDo I wish something was going on? Definitely.â
This caused your colleague to squeal in excitement as she rushed towards you. On her way, she grabbed the stool on wheels, sitting down midway and using her momentum to slide and stop right next to you.
âTell. Me. Everything.â
So, you spend the hour you usually took to prepare for the day, recounting everything that had happened so far for her. She listened as if you were telling the most amazing tale, asking questions at the perfect moments and nodding along.
Once it was time for your first patient, you had to usher her out of your office, promising to tell her more during lunch break.
A few days later
You smiled at your phone, a new text from Simon popping up.
âGot a long lunch break. Anything youâre craving?â
You quickly typed your response, naming a few items from your favorite fast-food restaurant. Simon sent back a thumbs-up emoji and you couldnât help the excitement bubbling up in your stomach. Or was it butterflies?
But before you could focus on lunch, you had one more patient. Although you didnât know who it was, you knew that it was a check-up for an old injury. All you had to do was check it out and either prescribe further treatment or give them the clear for duty.
When the awaited knock sounded out from your door, you called out to enter without looking up from your screen. You heard the door open and a few steps, before they stopped abruptly. Confused, you lifted your head and locked eyes with a person you thought youâd never see again. Your name left his lips as a whisper. A few months ago you wouldâve smiled, jumped to your feet, and hugged him, but now, hatred filled you instead.
Slowly, you got to your feet, never taking your eyes off of your ex.
âLeave.â
He repeated your name this time louder and took a few steps in your direction.
âStop. I said leave. Go.â
He shook his head.
âPleaseâŠIâve been trying to reach you for months. It was a mistake to leave you, I-â
âI donât care. I donât care about your stupid excuses. The fact is, you left me. You left me knowing I was pregnant with your child.â
His eyes immediately flickered to your swollen stomach. He started moving in your direction again, his hands held out as if he wanted to touch your stomach.
âI said stop-!â
Before your ex could take another step, he was pulled back by the scruff of his shirt. A dull thud echoed through the room as his body hit the floor, Simon quickly pinning him down. While the man on the floor struggled to throw Simon off, he just looked back at you, brows furrowed with concern.
âAre you okay?â
You nodded, but Simon noticed the way your body was shaking. He needed to get rid of that prick, so he could take care of you. While keeping your ex pinned to the floor, he grabbed his phone and dialed a number, raising the device to his ear.
âGot a muppet causing trouble, can you come in here and take care of him?â
He quickly hung up and a few seconds later, the door to your office opened and a man with a mohawk entered. As soon as he caught sight of you, a low whistle escaped his lips.
âAh see whit ye'r talking aboot L.t.â
âJohnny.â
âRight, sorry.â
With practiced ease, Simon pulled your ex to his feet and handed him off to the other man.
âWha would've guessed? a recruit o' ours. Ah will tak' him tae Price.â
Simon nodded, watching until Johnny and your ex left the room. Then he quickly closed the door, before crossing the room to reach you.
âYou okay, sweetheart?â
You started to nod before reality came crashing down and you started to shake your head as tears rolled down your cheeks.
âI-I thought he was gonna hurt me. And the baby.â
Simon gently pulled you into a hug, holding you as tight as he could without squishing you. You leaned into his touch, the shaking slowly subsiding as Simon gently stroked your back.
âItâs okay. I got you.â
You stayed, wrapped up in his arms, until you calmed down. Well, actually your feet started to hurt and you wanted to sit down. So, you slowly peeled away from Simon, before grabbing his arm and leading him over to the bed, where the two of you sat down next to each other.
After a few moments, Simon asked you to wait for a second, before he got to his feet and left the room. Alone, your mind kept flashing back to your ex. He looked just as he had when he left you. Like a coward.
With a dry chuckle, you wiped the tears off your cheeks. He would and could not affect you like this. Not anymore. You stood up and started walking back to your desk when the door opened again and Simon walked in.
âWhat are you doing?â
You frowned.
âGetting back to work?â
Simon shook his head and walked up to you, pressing his lips to your hairline, through his mask, before pulling back to look at you.
âJust talked to your supervisor. You got the rest of the day off.â
As if nothing just happened, he walked around you and packed your bag, before throwing it over his shoulder. Once he was done, he walked back to where you stayed, rooted to the ground. He looked confused, waving his hand in front of your eyes. You snap out of your stupor, your eyes finding his.
âCan you do that again? Kiss me?â
Your cheeks heated up under his slowly darkening gaze as your words sank in. Your bag hit the floor with a quiet thud as Simon leaned down until his face was right in front of yours. With one hand, he gently grabbed your chin, lifting it slightly, while he used the other hand to pull his mask down.
And then his lips met yours.
When you were a child, you read all these books where kisses were described to feel like fireworks going off. But when you had your first kiss and feltâŠnothing, you were disappointed, thinking that all these books just lied. But now, here, you felt it. Fireworks going off in your stomach as your lips moved against Simonâs.
All too soon, he pulled back and your eyes fluttered open. And for the first time, you saw his face. All of it. You couldnât help but reach out, gently tracing over a scar that ran from his chin to his cheek. Simon closed his eyes, a shaky breath escaping his lips as you carefully touched him.
âSorry, I-â
Simon shook his head and leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back and moving his mask back over his mouth and nose.
âDonât worry, love. Nothing to be sorry for.â
You nodded with a small smile and watched as he picked your bag back up, before threading his arm around your waist, pulling you close.
âNow, letâs get some food in you, huh?â
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HI i have an idea!
What if after poppy playtime takes place, dogday (who has his legs back) and the other friendly toys live with YN in their apartment, having escaped the facility. How would dogday and the others adjust to their new living situation, since they spent the past 20 years having to fend for themselves (or straight up being tortured in dogdayâs case)?
Maybe they all have nightmares and YN comforts them...I imagine Dogday hates being alone since he was chained up alone for so long, so he seeks out YN at night (and gets super anxious when they have to leave for work/school/errands)
Bad Dreams
Poppy's nightmares enclose her in a glass box. No matter her cries, no matter her pushing, nothing moves. She's trapped, rendered silent and immobile as the world around her passes by. She sees you, sometimes, wandering into the room with wide eyes and shaky hands.
But you never hear her. You don't even glance her way. It's like she doesn't exist to you, and watching you leave without her is the worst feeling in the world.
You wake Poppy from her nightmares, and she refuses your touch. It's too tight, no matter how gentle, and makes her feel trapped, just like before. She wants you there, however. She wants your voice, your attention, to know she is there to you, she exists, this is real, and she's not alone.
It's over. And when the panic finally passes, Poppy crawls into you arms to cry in relief.
Kissy's nightmares vary. Some nights, she dreams of a perfect kind of life. One where everything was good and okay, like how things were before the Hour of Joy, only without the knowing haunting the back of her mind. Huggy is there. Poppy is there. Mommy Long Legs, the Critters, even Boxy Boo. And it's all lovely. And she wakes up crying.
Other nights, she dreams of the scalpels. The pain. The unknowing, the confusion, the fear. She hides from you on these nights, well aware you are not a threat, but unable to stand the sight of you. It takes time for her to crawl out of whatever hole she shoved herself into, usually at the behest of Poppy, who promises her you aren't mad. How could you be?
Kissy curls herself around you, feeling your warmth and the buzz of your voice. She misses her own, but yours is nice. She can fall into peace listening to you laugh and joke with Poppy, assured no more pain will come.
Dogday's nightmares are either of his time in the dungeon beneath the Playcare, or of you. Sometimes, when his brain wants to really torture him, they're of both. He'll wake up still hanging from the belts, the air musty and stale. He'll cry out for you, begging you to come and get him.
And then Catnap will appear, bringing food like he always did for the miniatures and for Dogday. And in his mouth hangs a face he knows so well, slack with shock, eyes dull and looking at nothing. A feast for hungry monsters.
Dogday screams himself awake. His nightmares are more frequent than the others, so you keep him in your bed. It's easier that way, to be there with gentle hands and promises of the world around you, safe and permanent. Dogday listens to your heart, your voice, and cries to think anything could happen to you.
They all loath to think their angel could fall. So they don't allow it. You protect them from the past, and they protect you from a future that could take you away.
And they're all happy.
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âPretty boyâ
Inumaki Toge x reader
Fluff
Warnings: slight cursing
"You just don't understand Maki!"
You dramatically entered your room, putting your belongings on the floor and tossing yourself on the bed as she rested her weapon against the wall, crossing her arms and raising a suspicious brow at you.
You stared up at your dismal ceiling. Letting out a long sigh.
"He's just so pretty."
She observed you curiously as you thrashed around your bed.
"Maybe if you finally talked to him rather than hoping he'll magically become a mind reader-"
You tossed a pillow at her which she easily caught.
"I don't want him to become a mind reader, I just want him to like me and tell me!"
"But without him knowing you like him first? Yeah, because expecting him to make the first move is always the best thing to do.â
she adjusted her glasses and tossed the pillow back to you which you roughly caught and placed back.
You leaned against the wall and pulled your legs up to yourself, resting your chin on your knees.
"You don't get it, if I confess and he doesn't like me, I lose him."
"You're not going to 'lose him' from a confession. It takes more than that to scare him away sadly. We're all stuck together after all."
"Exactly!" You sat upright.
Maki rolled her eyes as you rambled.
"He'll get sick of me, having to see my face in class every day, every mission, all the time."
"You're so dramatic."
You pulled your phone, zooming in on a picture you snuck of him during training. He was looking off, his long eyelashes and smooth locks gracing his face like a goddamn angel.
"Its not fair!"
You set your phone aside so you could slam your face into your pillows and let out a muffled scream.
"Why can someone be so damn pretty? It shouldnât be allowed!â
You huffed as you recalled his smooth skin and sharp features. Soft hair and gentle smiles.
You put your hands on your face and rolled over to your side facing the wall on your bed.
âYouâre obsessed with him.. get a grip.â
Maki rolled her eyes placing a sassy hand on her hip with an annoyed expression.
âYou wouldnât get it. Youâve never had boy problems.â
Her jaw ticked.
âId hardly call it boy problems if itâs just you sitting in bed thinking about him.â
You threw a pillow again, which she threw back again.
You caught the pillow and pulled it into yourself, hugging it tightly.
âYou donât gotta say it like that!â
You sat upright and whined.
âI just wanna hold his face and kiss it!â
You roughly imitated the motions of what you were saying and made a dramatic kissy face.
âAnd he kept smiling at me all day, with those big stupid pretty eyes! Itâs like he knows what heâs doing.â
âYeah you donât sound creepy at allll.â
She said sarcastically.
âItâs not creepy! Itâs honest. Itâs not like itâs my fault heâs got those stupid pretty lashes and that stupid silky hair and that stupid smooth skin!!â
âIf youâre just gonna talk about Inumaki then Iâm leaving.â
She turned around and began making paces out the door before you yelled at her to come back.
âOkay sorry!â
âThank you.â
She made her way through your room and sat in your chair legs crossed facing the bed. You two sat in silence as she began pulling out her books and setting them on your desk to begin your nightly ritual of studying next to eachother. But she abruptly stopped her movements when you let out a long and hearty sigh, making her let a sigh of her own.
âDo you just want me to talk to him?â
âNo! Thats 100 times worse.â
âThen get it over with yourself so he can at least reject you and you can move on already.â
âItâs different with him!â
âYouâre absolutely delusional. Weâre not in elementary school anymore, we communicate our issues like adults.â
You hated to admit that she was right. At this rate with your feelings, you would either drive yourself mad not knowing If he felt the same or if he didnât. But Is it really better to be rejected than to never know at all? You silently weighed your options.
Maki opened a pencil case and pulled out a ballpoint pen, clicking the end as she started to write. The rhythmic sounds of it began to lull you into a daydream as you fantasized about him again.
Closing your eyes and succumbing to your own fantasies maki took it upon herself to take action. Because as much as she valued you as a friend, if she had to what about your fanatical little crush one more time- sheâd lose it.
A few minutes had passed as you remained unmoving.
âY/n?â
She whispered.
Asleep.
She chuckled to herself as she carefully grabbed your phone Off the bed typed in your passcode, opening up recent messages.
>Toge Inumaki đ©”
>Nobara Kugisaki
>Gojo-Sensei
She cringed to herself as she clicked on Inumakis name and the heart.
Y/n: Hey Inumaki, sorry to bother you. Are you free to hang out soon?
Maki set down the phone content with her text. Not expecting the phone to ding seconds later.
Inumaki: Hang out?
Y/n: Yeah, is that okay?â
Inumaki: ofc itâs okay lol I just donât know you wanted to hang out with me
Y/n: well ofc! I really like being with you.
She watched as the three dots popped up, anticipating his response.
Inumaki: As long as youâre sure you wanna. Just us?
Maki cringed as her fingers hit the keypad and typed the response.
Y/n: Yeah. I wanna be alone with you :) If youâre okay with that.
Maki looked up from the screen to check that you were still asleep, confident you were since you were even drooling a little- she went back to work.
Inumaki: sounds good, what about the movies tonight?
Tonight?? Maki bit her nail as she looked back from the phone to you back to the phone.
Y/n: sounds great! Text me the deets and Iâll be there.
She got up and tapped your shoulder until you stirred awake.
âHey! Wake up.â
You pushed her hand away as your eyes slowly rose. Maki shoved your phone in your face.
âI got you a date.â
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Poppy Seeds--Part Three
Inspired by TooManyPsuedonyms work, which in turn was inspired by @semisolidmind fanart/cabin!Au for Playtime Poppy. Especially these works today
Master post
Seven: Music
As soon as Kissy found the old radio stuffed away, she was in love. Especially when you found the vinyl records and 8-track tapes stored away. Old records your grandparents had loved like The Mamas and The Papas, Abba, John Denver, and others you werenât so familiar with.
Soon music was always playing in the house as long as Kissy was awake. To the point that every time you were in town, you had raided the second hand store and old music shops for more.
Because it not only made the pink giant happy, but seemed to lift everyone's spirits, even on the bad days. And if thatâs what it took, you would be all too happy to accommodate.
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Some old song played, and something about it had everyone up and dancing. Kissy had Ollie in her arms, and the boy was giggly as the giant spun him around. Poppy was swaying by herself on the kitchen counter, though she seemed quite content by the smile on her face.
Dancing with Dogday was a bit challenging considering your size difference, but he was determined to make it work. And well, you had no complaints as he held you close with an arm around your back while his other hand encompassed yours.
Actually, you were in heaven, you just didn't want to admit it. The feelings in your chest had been slowly growing warmer and fonder for Dogday, but burying your face in his soft chest was making you realize what exactly those emotions were.
Surely this was just another side effect of the horrors you survived, right? Or just having someone so openly affectionate with you after being somewhat socially isolated the last decade as you hid from the truth you accidentally had uncovered at Playtime.
It didn't help with him always calling you angel, or following you around like a shadow. And right now, some of your favorite moments were just laying together in bed, snuggled closely and basking in the moment.
You were starting to fall in love, and you weren't quite sure how to deal with it.
His deep voice started to sing softly along with the chorus, and you knew you were in deep trouble.
Eight: Hunt
Feeding four people was going to strain your meager funds as a small farmer/rancher. Especially when two of those âpeopleâ were towering creatures with an appetite of 2 each.
You knew they could âsurviveâ off less, and they both tried to hide the fact the typical portions were leaving them hungry. But after hearing both Kissy and Dogday's growl loudly several meals in a row, you deduced that it wasn't quite enough. And while you had a large garden planted, it was going to be at least a few weeks to a couple of months to benefit from that.
You knew there were plenty of deer and elk in the woods this time of year--along with things like bears and mountain lions. So you had your gramps' old shotgun hanging off your shoulder by the old strap, unable to see either Dogday or Kissy but you knew they were still within shouting distance. Surely between the three of you, you'd be able to bring something in, even if it was something smaller like a rabbit or one of the wild turkeys.
Hunting was not your favorite thing, but it put food on the table. Besides, you knew Ollie needed more nutrition too if he was ever going to get rid of that sallow tint and put meat on his bones.
There was a grumble along with a crack of a branch that gave you half a second warning. You turned, not expecting the giant grizzly bear that somehow got behind you.
You swore as you fumbled with the shotgun-- you had been more familiar with the old Grab Pack than you were the gun. The grizzly huffed again and lumbared towards you far faster than you thought something that size could. You attempted a shot, which fired with a harsh crack, but it went far too wide.
You were dead.
But in a blur of deep violet, the grizzly was knocked to the forest floor. It took you another second to recognize Catnap as he tore into the animal.
There was a brief moment of relief⊠and then you realized you had just traded one deadly situation for the other.
Catnap eventually released the grizzly bear and looked towards you. You took a step back, even though you knew there was no way you could outrun him. Not here in the open where there were no places to hide. You could try and shoot him, yet that weighed too heavy on your conscience, even if it meant saving your life. Never mind you couldnât even shoot the grizzly at point-blank range.
Catnap suddenly stood on his back legs, easily switching to be bipedal⊠then kneeling before you. âSavior,â he breathed with more reverence than Dogday which was⊠was something.
âUh,â you answered intelligently, blinking at the giant cat. Savior? You?
With a sense of deja-vu, Catnap was tackled in the same way he had tackled the animal moments earlier. Dogdayâs giant paws were clenched into fists as he wailed upon the purple cat, a deep thunderous growl echoing from his chest.
Before he could do too much damage, and before Catnap could start fighting back-- you rushed forward and grabbed Dogdayâs fist and held it back. You knew he could easily overpower you, but thankfully he paused, looking at with narrowed eyes.
âStop it,â you begged, âplease. He-he saved my life.â
That seemed to get through to him. Dogday looked towards the lifeless form of the grizzly, then at Catnap beneath him. The other giant Smiling Critter was glaring up at the dog with the same hate Dogday was glaring at him.
You gently pulled at Dogday, and he slowly followed your lead, unpinning Catnap and allowing him to climb to his feet and brush off the dirt and leaves.
"Why are you here?â Dogday snarled, placing himself directly between you at Catnap just as Kissy arrived, her smile dimmed as she bared her needle-point teeth at Catnap.
Yet Catnap seemed unaffected, his eyelights focused on you, peeking out from behind your friend. âThey saved us. They are The Savior who defeated the false-god.â
Dogday relaxed somewhat at his word, though just a little. âAh, just as much of a fanatic as before.â
âYou deny their works?â Catnap growled back. âEven after the many works you saw yourself, you are a heretic of the true savior?â
âMy angel saved us; Iâll agree with you on that, but I know theyâre not going to be happy about that new title, or your worship. Unlike the prototype, angel doesnât exactly like sacrifices.â
âN-no fighting,â you agreed, holding on to Dogdayâs hand as you stepped up to his side. âNo killing--other than for food,â you tacked on, seeing Kissy pause. A deer in one hand that she had dragged like a stuffed animal along the forest floor. âOr for protection. And that goes for both of you.â
It was probably seeing you try to boss the two--both of whom were about twice your height.
You squeaked indignantly as Dogday suddenly lifted you up and pulled you close to him. âOnly for your sake, angel.â he murmured, nuzzling against the crook of your neck and shoulder the best he could due to both his size and also undoubtedly glaring at Catnap over your shoulder.
You could feel your face burn hot, but still gave an exasperated expression to Kissy, who hid her teeth and instead looked far more amused than she should have been.
Nine: Close
You escaped into the porch, desperate for some fresh air. It had been about a week since the Incident in the woods, and if you thought Dogday had been your shadow, you had been sorely mistaken. Knowing Catnap.was somewhere in the nearby forest left him on high alert and even more protective.
At first, you could understand it. You were more than a little shaken yourself. Especially when you would find random animals dead on your porch, ranging from rabbits to a moose. Dogday was sure Catnap was taunting everyone butâŠ
But you had cats before. And yes, Catnap was not an actual cat, but neither was Dogday yet there were traits that seemed too much of a coincidence.
For example, Dogday loved to be petted. To the point he often rested his head in your lap while you both sat on the floor to watch tv. He had that âmagic spotâ where his ear and head joined that when scratched would make his leg kick. (You avoided it most of the time, knowing he was self conscious of it⊠but sometimes temptation was too great to see that blissed look on his face.)
So you had to admit, Catnap acting like a cat⊠was not so far fetched. Bringing food (because they had all been fresh kills of edible animals) was a sign of affection in most cats--even moreso, you were sure, for a giant cat who had endured a decade of near starvation.
But convincing Dogday that Catnap meant no harm⊠that would be a challenge.
You rubbed your eyes hard with an aggravated sigh, hard enough you saw stars when you opened your eyes.
âŠor maybe not. You noticed a pair of eyes reflecting the porch light, far taller than any animal you could think ofâŠ
Slowly Catnap stepped out of the shadows, though didnât pass the treeline. Instead he seemed hesitant to draw too close, his gaze flitting between you and the house behind you.
Probably expecting Dogday or maybe one of the others to come out in a rage. Yet you could hear them talking and laughing as they played one of the board games (that you purposely lost for a chance for some fresh air.)
You didnât feel comfortable enough to approach Catnap, but⊠something about the lonely creature tugged at your heartstrings. Without really thinking you scooted to the edge of the porch, dangling your legs off the edge, and offered a hand.
âPsspt ppsspp ppsspp.â
The giant cat blinked at you, and for a long moment you felt like an idiot. Trying to call Catnap like he was just an old farm cat? Really?
Yet it seemed to work as Catnap slowly stalked out of the first, slinking low to the ground with his attention split between you and the cabin.
He really was an overgrown cat.
The thought made you relax some, even ast Catnap eventually loomed over you, head tilted in curiosity as if to say: âOkay, Iâm here. Now what do you want?â
âThank you for the presents?â you offered awkwardly, not sure yourself what had compelled you other than pity. âThe turkey especially, even if we had feathers strewn about for a while. They were quite⊠novel to everyone.â
Catnap appeared to accept the praise pridefully, standing a little taller. Without thinking (which was certainly a common theme tonight) you raised your hand to scratch his chin. He paused for a moment before sinking into your touch, a slow and deep purr resonating from his chest.
Oh. You donât bother fighting the smile as Catnap slowly slumped to the ground, looking as blissed with the soft scratches as Dogday. Though the purring was quite new, and where Dogday allowed his eyes to close completely as he rested his head in your lap, Cat napâs were only half closed, though the expression in them was full reverence and tenderness.
It was a rather peaceful moment--until the door slammed open. âCatnap!â Dogday snarled as the other giant Smiling Critter jumped, back arched and a hiss on his lips. âAngel! Are you okay?â
âIâm fine!â you answered as you jumped to your feet, stopping Dogday from going after Catnap as he retreated back into the woods. âHe didnât hurt me, see?â
It took a moment for Dogday to tear his gaze away from the shadows where Catnap disappeared into and look down to you. You reached up with the same hands you had petted Catnap with and cupped his face. As always, it helps him relax, though only somewhat.
âAngel,â he sighed, leaning into your touch, though not as deep as before. âWhy do you have to be so kind?â
You're pretty sure his question was rhetorical, but you smiled anyway as you rubbed the pad of your thumb along the curve of his cheek. âBecause no one else was.â
That caused the last bit of stress to ease, and he sunk deeper into your touch while wrapping his arms around your waist. âAngel, my sweet angel, you're going to be the death of me.â
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Dogday knew logically that his angel was as kind and merciful as their namesake. They wouldn't be his angel if they weren't.
But they were als very brave and foolhardy.
It drove Dogday up the wall to see them be so kind to Catnap for some reason. They had all done things they weren't proud of, the only innocent one among them being Ollie. But they had done so to survive. There had been no pleasure in it.
But Catnap⊠he killed because the Prototype told him. He had killed so many in the name of the Prototype.
He may call their angel âsavior,â but Dogday didn't trust him. He didn't like how his angel would leave portions of food out, going as far as to yell for Catnap to come and get it before the other wild creatures did. He didn't like it when they'd scratch Catnap behind his ear, laughing as the giant cat rubbed his face against them with a deep purr.
He really didn't like it when his kind hearted angel made a space for Catnap in the barn. Filling the area with blankets and pillows, and even a spare radio and lamp.
âI can't just leave him!â You argued with a huff later that night, dressing yourself for bed. âIt's going to get cold at night--winter comes early to these parts. I know that letting him in the house would be a bad idea--if he'd even accept the offer.â
Dogday knew he would--if just to spite him. Everything Catnap did, Dogday swore was for the sole purpose to annoy him.
âHe doesn't deserve you, angel. None of us do, but especially not him. Yet your so kind to him, going out of the way to make sure he's okayâŠâ
âI'd do that for anyone, âday. You guys didn't deserve the shit you went through, the least I can do is make up for a bit of it.â
Dogday hesitated as you climbed into bed, an uncomfortable feeling welling up in his chest. âIs that why we're here, angel? For you to try and repent as well?â
He could tell he struck a nerve as you flinched, and almost apologized, except the words got caught in his voicebox, twisting themselves into barbs to cut deeper. âIs that the only reason you let me stay with you every night?â
Your eyes were watery when you looked up at him, though there was that steely resolve as well. âYou know it's not, Dogday. You're⊠you're special to me. I wouldn't let anyone else share my bed⊠except maybe Olie if he had a nightmare.â
Something twisted and knotted in Dogdayâs chest relaxed at your reassurance allowing him to sigh. You echoed his sigh before patting the bed beside you. âCome here, big guy. It looks like you could use a hug.â
How were you so perfect?
Instead of crawling in beside you, Dogday decided to take that hug by crawling halfway atop of you, head pressed against your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
He could hear your heart beating, quick but strong, and simply presumed it was from emotions running high like his own. He didn't even realize he had nestled himself between your legs until he felt the soft weight of your thighs press against his hips.
Oh. He may not be human but he did recognize a compromising position when he saw one. Yet before he could pull away, your hands reached up and scratched behind his ears. âOh âday,â you sighed with such a hint of fondness he felt his tail wag in response. âYou havenât been feeling jealous, have you?â
His tail froze as he tensed, and he tried to hide his face in your chest. âNo,â he lied.
Your laugh made it clear you didn't believe him, but you didn't call him out on it. Instead you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. âGood, because that would be silly. No one can compare to you, no matter what.â
His face felt like it was on fire, yet his tail was wagging faster than ever. His arms tightened around your waist as he tried to press himself closer to you. You were his angel, his guiding light, and for you to say that he was special to you.
Well, he couldnât be happier.
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chapter four. | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? â YU JIMIN.
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đđ”đŒđżđđČđ»đČđ± đđđ»đŒđœđđ¶đ â y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespaâs leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.
karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.
something about their connection feels differentâlike maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?
đđźđżđ»đ¶đ»đŽđ â includes texts, kissy kissy, more suggestive jokes aha, tad angst idk?? and i think that's all.
đđŒđżđ±đ â 3k
đźđđđ”đŒđżđ đ»đŒđđČâ i would update this more often but i second guess my writing so much
taglist (open) â @sunshinez4 @gtfoiydlyj @yuyuy90 @liaponderstings @rinapomu
series masterlist. main masterlist. prev. next.
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"ah, shit!" you mumble at your phone screen, a deep frown on your lips. it was already the afternoon; you had spent the morning rotting in your hotel bed since you were free of schedules for the day, but now you were in the car with your manager coming back from a quick shopping trip because you didn't have anything better to do.
"what happened?" your manager asks, leaning over to see what the problem was. he lets out a small chuckle, and you shoot him a look. "oh, no, that's not good," he says, a hint of amusement in his tone.
you stare at him.
"it's not funny! i was so close to beating my high score!" subway surfers wasn't just a game to you; it was your life. your whole world revolves around getting that high score and having your name at the top of the global leaderboard. you were so close, too, but that train came out of nowhere and ended your run.
you let out a frustrated sigh, flopping back against the seat and crossing your arms over your chest. "i was so close," you mumble again, a pout on your lips. looking out the window, you watch the city pass by in a blur, the weather of seoul matching your moodâgloomy and overcast.
it was supposed to start raining soon.
your phone buzzes suddenly, and you look at the screen, your mood brightening a bit when you see the message.
a smile pulls at the corners of your lips.
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tucking your phone away just as your manager glances over at you. you thin out your lips and stare the older man directly in the eyes, and he raises an eyebrow, but you quickly look away, whistling a tune to act nonchalant.
"you and karina are getting close, huh?" he says. you feel a blush creeping up your neck as you nod in response, trying to hide your smile. "she's just a friend," you say, hoping he doesn't notice the way your voice cracks slightly.
"just a friend, hm?"
"yeah," you lie, nodding once more.
there was a small pause of silence.
"i'm happy for you. i really am," he starts. here we go. the speech you've been dreading.
"but," he continues, because of course there's a but, "you've got to be careful. both of you are high-profile. you know how this industry isâfans, tabloids, all of it. the last thing you need is a dating rumor with karina."
you shift uncomfortably in your seat. "i know," you mumble.
"i mean it. her fans are..." he hesitates, searching for the right word. "passionate. and yours aren't exactly laid-back, either."
"yeah, i know," you repeat, this time a little more forcefully.
your manager lets out a long sigh. "look, i just don't want to see you get hurt again."
that makes you pause. you glance at him out of the corner of your eye. he's rightâyour fans and jimin's aren't exactly laid-back. you'd heard about the backlash from her last dating relationship, and you definitely don't want to go through that again with someone you've just begun seeing. it's a lot of pressure, but you know you have to be careful with how public you make your relationship. the last thing you want is for things to blow up in your face like they did with your last girlfriend.
you were 19, and it was the biggest mistake you've ever made. you were too young and naĂŻve, and the relationship had crashed and burned within a few weeks. your fans didn't handle it well. it was all over the news, and even though the two of you tried to keep the relationship private, everyone had their eyes on you, and it was the most uncomfortable situation you'd ever been in.
comments like, "you deserve better," and, "she's not worthy of your time," filled the comment section of your social media, and it took awhile for the negative reactions to calm down. your fans are passionate, and while it can be overwhelming at times, you're so grateful for them. they've been by your side through thick and thin. you love them so much, and they care about you so much that it can sometimes be overbearing.
regardless of all that, you and your ex are still friends to this day, and you've managed to keep things cordial despite everything that happened. she understood the pressure you were under, and there was no bad blood when you decided to end things. it was a mutual decisionâone made out of necessity rather than a lack of feelings. but the aftermath was something you never wanted to experience again.
"yeah, i get it," you murmur, fiddling with the hem of your hoodie. "i'll be careful. i promise."
your manager gives you a knowing look, his expression softening. "i know you will. i just... i see how happy you look these days. i don't want anything to ruin that for you."
you nod, appreciating his concern. he's been with you since the start of your career and knows you better than most people. he's seen the highs and lows, and he's always been there to guide you through it.
things with jimin already feel so differentâeasier, more natural. but with her being who she is and you being who you are, there's no denying that the stakes are high. it would be foolish not to acknowledge that, and you're not one to jump into things headfirst without thinking about the consequences.
you're not 19 anymore.
your phone buzzes again, pulling you out of your thoughts. it's another message from her.
"do you mind picking me up from my dorm?"
"not at all. i can be there in an hour or so."
"sounds good. can't wait."
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"hurry, hurry!" you usher at jimin, holding your hands above her head in an attempt to shield her from the pouring rain. she laughs, ducking underneath your makeshift umbrella of hands, and the two of you sprint towards your driver's parked car just a few feet away.
"you know this isn't really helping, right?" she teases, but she's still smiling, her eyes shining with amusement as the rain pelts her hair and clothes.
"it's the thought that counts!" you fire back, grinning as you reach the car. the door swings open, and the two of you clamber inside, panting. your driver glances at you through the rearview mirror before turning on the heat full blast, trying to help the two of you dry off.
"you're a terrible umbrella," she quips, pushing a few wet strands of hair out of her face.
"you're so cruel, jimin." you feign hurt, leaning your head against her shoulder as the car begins to move, the sound of the windshield wipers providing a comfortable background noise. with no hesitation, jimin's head rests on top of yours, her cheek pressing against the dampness of your hair.
"i'm joking," she reassures, gently resting her hand on top of yours, which was lying against her thigh, your pinkie drawing small circles on her leg. "do you think your grandma will like me?"
you smile at her question, taking in a deep breath before responding, "yeah, she's excited to meet you."
"really?"
"of course. i told them you're the one behind all my sleepless nights lately," you joke, earning a slap on the arm from the older woman.
"ouch," you say, rubbing your arm, but you're laughing.
jimin scoffs, shaking her head.
your grandma greeted the two of you with a warm smile and open arms, along with kimchi-jjigae, banchan, and freshly steamed rice already laid out on the table. the smell wafted through the house, making your stomach growl in anticipation.
"ah, you're here!" she exclaimed, hugging you and then moving on to hug a shy and timid-looking jimin. "and this must be your friend. so beautiful!"
jimin bowed respectfully, a warm smile on her lips. "thank you for having me." your grandma chuckled, patting jimin's hands. "such a polite girl. come, come. sit down before the food gets cold."
the two of you settled down at the table, and your grandma sat across from the two of you, watching you with a fond smile. you began eating, chatting, and laughing as the three of you ate together. your grandma was a great cook, and the meal was delicious, and it wasn't long before a big book was set in front of the both of you, photos sticking out of every page.
your grandma began flipping through the album, showing off old photos of you as a kid. the first few were okayâembarrassing, yes, but tolerable.
then she landed on a particular photo, and you froze.
it was a picture of you when you were about eight years old. you were dressed up in a little yellow dress, your hair in two braids, and a pair of bunny ears sitting atop your head.
you had forgotten about the bunny ears.
"oh, my god," you mumbled, burying your face in your hands, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
"is... that you?" jimin asked, pointing at the photo, her eyes wide with amusement as her jaw dropped. "yes, that's me," you grumbled, your voice muffled through your hands. you dared to peek through your fingers and immediately regretted it. jimin was practically bouncing in her seat, a grin plastered across her face as she leaned closer to the photo.
"what a cute girl! i remember this outfit." your grandma said, a huge grin on her face. "it was from the school festival. she wanted to dress up like a bunnyâ" jimin eagerly nodded, her gaze moving back and forth between the book and your grandmother.
"that's so cute," she said, laughing, and your grandma nodded.
your grandma turned the page in the album, her laugh bubbling up again as another photo caught her attention. "oh, look at this one," she said, pointing to a picture of you as a toddler, sitting in a high chair with your face completely smeared with what looked like chocolate cake.
jimin leaned forward, a wide smile on her face.
"look at her little cheeks," she gushed, pointing to your puffed-out baby cheeks in the photo.
"please, please, please. no more. i'm begging you."
neither of them looked up.
"wait, wait," jimin said, pointing at another photo. "is that flour? oh my, she's covered head to toe!"
your grandma burst out laughing, tapping the photo with her finger. "yes! she wanted to help me bake cookies, but she ended up making more of a mess than anything else. look at her faceâcompletely indignant."
a small pout formed on your face as you crossed your arms. they seemed to be in their own little world, completely forgetting about your presence in the room. the pout leaves your face, replaced by a smile when you realize how happy she was making your grandmotherâhow happy they were making each other.
watching the two of them bonding warmed your heart. they seemed to hit it off immediately, and it was obvious that they were getting along. you clasped your hands together, resting your chin on top as you watched them. in this moment, you didn't mind being forgotten. seeing jimin this comfortable, sharing laughter and memories with one of the most important people in your life, felt like its own kind of magic.
it felt so domestic, and you found yourself wanting more moments like this, wanting to see her smiling and laughing with your family, to hear stories of your childhood, to watch her bond with those closest to you.
you wanted more, and the realization sent a wave of emotion washing over you.
but it also brought with it a feeling of fear.
after all, you're human. you've tasted what happens when you give too much of yourself, when you let someone in and the world takes notice. you didn't know how far this thing with her would go, but if history was any indication, the odds weren't exactly in your favor. you cared for her deeply, and you knew that if that time came, ending things wouldn't be easy, not by a long shot.
this wasn't just about you anymore. jimin had her own career, which involved other people you also care about, and if the two of you were caught, if the relationship was discovered, the repercussions would be massive.
could you handle being responsible for that? could she?
jimin glanced up at you, catching your gaze. a slow smile crept onto her lips, and her eyes crinkled at the corners. just for a moment, just for now, you pushed the worries out of your mind.
and instead, you just smiled back.
the photo album neared its end; your grandma let out a satisfied sigh, gently closing the book. "ah, so many memories. i'm glad i got to share them with such a lovely guest." she patted jimin's hand, who blushed at the praise.
your grandma stood from the table, collecting the photo album and placing it back on the shelf. "you two should take some time to relax. y/n, why don't you show her your old room?"
you nodded, pushing back your chair as jimin followed your lead. you led her down the hallway, pointing out old family photos along the way. opening the door to your childhood room, you watched as jimin's eyes lit up, a wide smile spreading across her face.
the walls were a pale blue color, with white trim and a small window that looked out onto the garden. there was a twin-size bed, covered with a floral-patterned quilt, and a dresser topped with a few knickknacks.
jimin walked around the room, examining the shelves lined with trophies, ribbons, and other awards from various music competitions you'd won when you were a kid. there were also pictures of you with various teachers, a few framed magazine clippings, and some old concert tickets displayed proudly on the walls.
you watched her from your bed, leaning back on your elbows as she explored. "your room is so nice," she said, running her fingers along the spines of some books on a shelf.
"yeah?" you replied, and she nodded, glancing over her shoulder at you.
"it's cute. like you."
you turned away muttering something under your breath, and she laughed, plopping down next to you on the bed. her hand reached behind you, grabbing a stuffed animal off the shelf and holding it up to your face.
"what's this?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips.
in an instant, you lunged for it, but she was too fast, pulling it out of your reach with a laugh. you narrowed your eyes at her, trying again, and again, you failed.
"what's his name?" she asked, her voice playful as she held the stuffed animal behind her back of her stretched body, just out of your grasp.
"mr. flopsy, okay? now give him back!" you exclaimed, making a third attempt to grab the stuffed animal, which she once again moved out of your reach.
"fine," you muttered, a sly grin creeping onto your face. you feigned giving up, and as soon as her hand fell, you struck. grabbing mr. flopsy and putting him behind your back before laying down on top of the brown stuffed bear, letting out a victorious laugh.
"you're suffocating him!" jimin yelled, crawling on the bed toward you, trying to save mr. flopsy from his untimely demise.
"he's fine," you retorted, rolling your eyes at jimin's dramatics. "i raised him to be tough and resilient, just like me."
"no, he's not," she said, climbing on top of you, her legs on either side of your body, reaching for mr. flopsy. she couldn't even reach him. her fingers barely scraped the fabric; instead, it felt like she was trying to tickle you, and that only made you lean deeper against the bed, laughing even harder.
noticing your giggles, she gave up on reaching for mr. flopsy and started tickling you relentlessly, her fingers digging into your sides. you squirmed, kicking your legs in the air, trying to escape her playful assault.
"stop, stop!" you managed to gasp between laughs, but she only laughed along with you, not stopping. "what?" she teased, and you squealed, grabbing her hands and intertwining your fingers with hers to stop the tickling.
both of you were gasping for air, and you stared at each other, eyes watering and chests heaving. the laughter slowly died down, and then it was just the two of you, alone in the quiet.
a beat passed.
her gaze softened as she looked down at you, her smile fading into something more tender. you blinked up at her, not sure what to say, not sure what to do, feeling like your brain had short-circuited.
then, she leaned closer, the space between you disappearing inch by inch. her nose brushed yours, and your breath hitched, sharp and unsteady. you caught the flicker of her tongue as she wet her lips, her eyes never leaving yours.
and then, her lips met yours. at first, it was gentle, almost hesitant. her hands stayed tangled with yours, her grip tightening slightly, and you pressed back, your head tilting slightly to the right, your mouth opening wider, the kiss becoming less innocent.
her soft sigh mingled with yours as the kiss deepened, her tongue sliding against yours, warm and wet. you let go of her hands, moving an arm to wrap around her frame as she leaned into you, arms circling your neck and her body molding against yours.
it was intoxicating, and you found yourself wanting more.
you were dragging yourself into a hole you might not be able to dig out of, and yet, you didn't care. the risks, the potential consequences, the worryâthe worryâyou were telling yourself that none of it mattered because you were willing to take the risk. you were willing to put your heart on the line, your career, your reputation, everything.
you were willing to do it all for her.
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a/n: no they did not get freaky.
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Let Me Go Home With You, Angel
Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Drunkeness
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.6K
Summary: Y/N is used to Rafe's drunken routine. Can she dare say she finds it cute?
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Y/N has an early morning class tomorrow, so she canât go with Rafe to one of the sororitiesâ parties. However, she isnât surprised when she wakes up to the sound of her phone ringing. âWhat sorority are you at?â she groans into the phone, sitting up from the bed to get changed. Topper cringes at her groggy voice, âWe are at Delta Delta Delta. Iâm sorry, Y/N. If it makes you feel better, he really did try to stay sober, but Kelce challenged him to a keg stand. And you know how he canât back down from a challenge.âÂ
âItâs okay, Topper. Itâs not like he does this often, at least not since we started dating. Is Delta Delta Delta the one at the end of the street?â
âYeah, again. Thank you so much, Y/N.â
âNo problem. Iâll be there in ten.â
ââ
Rafe stumbles around the party with another drink in hand and refuses to leave, even though he has had one drink too many. Topper chases after him, trying to get the solo cup out of his hand. âCome on, youâve had a lot to drink tonight. We should go home,â Topper begs. Rafe turns away like a child, âNo, I donât want to go. I only want Angel.â âAnd I told you, Rafe. She is coming, but we have to meet her outside,â Topper tells him. Rafe shakes his head, âNo, I want her in here.â Topper sighs and sends Y/N a text that she needs to come inside. To his relief, she already knew this was going to happen and was making her way inside right now. Rafe spots her over the crowd and runs over to her. His hands find her waist, spinning her around in the air. âAngel! You are here. Come drink,â he cheers.Y/N shakes her head, âSorry, Rafe. We have to go home.â
He gets pouty and his drunkenness gets to his head. âNo, sorry I have a girlfriend,â he turns away with his arms crossed. She giggles, knowing what stage of drunk he is at, âRight, sheâs really smart. Doesnât she have Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes? Sheâs also around this high in height.â She points to each feature she describes and he starts to piece the puzzle together. âWait a minute youâre my girlfriend. Okay, let me go home with you, Angel. Please, please,â he begs, holding onto her arm. It works every time.Â
Y/N wraps his arm over her shoulder so she can help him to his truck. She helps him buckle in and is about to head to the driverâs side when he stops her. âKissy please,â he asks with puckered lips. She sighs, leaning in to give him what he wants. On the drive home, Rafe sings his Angel song, which comprises him just saying he loves his angel over and over again in a sing-song voice. Rafe is always so clingy and lovey-dovey when he is drunk. She gets him home in no time and takes him up to his room. He sings along with the code to his bedroom door. She helps him get settled on the bed and he reaches his arms up for some help to get undressed. His clothes are now off, leaving him only in his boxers. âTime for bed, Rafe,â she orders, leaning him against his pillow. âBut you arenât cuddling me or giving me a kiss. I need those before I go to sleep.â She gives him a soft smile and a kiss on the forehead. Her arms wrap around his shoulders, bringing him to her chest. He lets out a giggle of happiness and she shushes him.Â
âItâs bedtime, now. Go to sleep,â she whispers, resting her head on his. His eyes flutter shut, âOkay, Angel. I love you. You are amazing, AngelâŠâ
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Our Little Secret (Part 64)
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Triggers, Smut
An hour later, and after Cillian had put Mara to bed, you sat down on the couch and opened a bottle of wine. You were feeling a bit anxious about the upcoming intimate scene between Cillian and Annabelle, and you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been brewing inside of you since you had left the restaurant. You knew that you had no reason to feel that way. Even if there was something between Cillian and his costar, it was really none of your business.
As if sensing your discomfort though, Cillian sat down beside you, filling himself up a glass of red as well. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, looking at you with concern.
You took a deep breath before turning to him. "It's nothing, really," you said, trying to suppress the emotions churning inside you, but Cillian knew that something was bothering you. He took a sip of his wine before setting the glass down on the coffee table and leaned towards you.
"What is it?" he asked, putting a comforting hand on your shoulders.
You hesitated for a moment before confessing the events that had taken place at dinner that evening. "It's just that...," you began but stopped yourself. "I don't know. I had to think about that article recently and I was wondering whether, you know, never mind," you said, your voice trailing off as you looked away from him.
Cillian's grip on your shoulder tightened slightly. "No, what is it?" he asked, his voice soft yet insistent.
"Well, it is just about that article in the Irish Times, where it said that you and Annabelle had an affair back in 2014 while you were married to Danielle and, after meeting her, I am still wondering whether there was some truth to it," you finally admitted in a low voice, pressing your lips together in a tight line.
"What?" Cillian chuckled, pulling away slightly as he stared at you with disbelief. "What makes you think that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at you in amusement.
"Did you not notice her flirting with you all evening?" you asked, unable to hide the incredulity in your voice.
"Flirting with me?" Cillian looked surprised. "You mean her comment about my eyes?" he asked, a puzzled expression on his face. "That wasn't flirting, Y/N. She was just making a joke. I can assure you that there has never been anything between her and me, other than a professional relationship. We worked together on a show and that's it," he said, his voice steady and sincere before pausing slightly. "Also, I don't know why you even care, because we aren't together anymore, so...," Cillian sighed heavily, taking a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts just before you continued, asking him another question.
"How does this work, with the intimate scenes and all?"Â you asked, feeling your nerves getting the better of you as you tried to make sense of the things you were feeling.
Cillian took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead as if weary. "Uhm, what do you mean?" Cillian asked, looking taken aback by the abrupt change in topic.
"You know, with scenes and stuff," you stated, gesturing vaguely with your hand.
Cillian gave you a puzzled look. "No I don't know. What's your question?" he wanted to know, trying not to appear annoyed.
"Do you actually kiss her, like properly? And touch her? I mean, if you do, I am not really surprised that she thinks that...," you trailed off, causing Cillian to interrupt.
"Listen Y/N, these scenes are awkward at best. They are the most uncomfortable scenes to film, and I don't actually think that any actor enjoys doing them," Cillian sighed, setting his wine glass down on the table before leaning forward in his seat to face you. "And yes, my character kisses her character. There is some touching too, but it means absolutely nothing, because it is all part of an act and nothing more," Cillian continued as you took a big sip from your glass.
"Come on though, you can't tell me that you don't enjoy kissing a really pretty woman like her,"Â you replied, a bit of playful sass in your voice, trying to lighten the mood.
"No, I don't," Cillian said with a deadpan expression on his face. "It's awkward as fuck and she is not really my type,"Â
he added with a slight chuckle. "Trust me, filming those scenes is as unenjoyable as it sounds."
You took another sip of your wine, nodding slowly in agreement. "Alright, I get it," you finally admitted, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I am sorry that I asked, but it just had me wondering because the way she was looking at you tonight... I don't know, I guess I just had to ask," you explained, shrugging slightly as you looked down at your hands.
Cillian let out a sigh before responding. "Because you are jealous?"Â Cillian asked softly, his eyes never leaving your face.
You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "No," you finally said, shaking your head. "Well, maybe just a little." You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea, but seeing her looking at you like that brought back a lot of memories and I guess I just couldn't help but feel...weird?"
Cillian raised an eyebrow at you. "Weird?" he repeated, sounding amused.
You rolled your eyes. "Yes, weird. Like I still care about you. A lot."
"Right," Cillian tilted his head, a curious expression gracing his features. He took a slow sip of his drink while eyeing you thoughtfully. "Do you still love me?"Â Cillian asked, setting down his wine glass as his eyes locked onto yours.
"Yes," you admitted softly, unable to tear your gaze away from his. "I guess I do still love you, Cillian and I miss being with you, so fucking much," you confessed, your voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I just want to go back to the way things used to be, the way it was between us before everything fell apart."
Cillian swallowed hard at your words, his eyes softening with understanding. "I know what you mean," he replied, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I miss it too. I miss being with you, talking with you, sleeping next to you. I miss everything about us," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours.
You took a deep breath, feeling your heart racing at his words. You missed him too, all of those little moments you used to share, the stolen kisses, the way he would always wrap his arms around you protectively, making you feel cherished and loved.
"Do you think we could give us another chance?" you asked hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper, taking Cillian by surprise.
For months, he had begged you to take him back and now that you had finally brought it up, he found himself at a loss for words.
He looked at you, taking in your hopeful expression and the way your eyes seemed to dance with excitement. "Yes," he finally said, his voice barely audible. "You know I would do anything for you to give me another chance," he went on, his voice unsteady with emotion.
"Okay, I will give you another chance, but don't fuck it up,"Â you said sternly, trying to keep the emotion out of your voice.
Before Cillian could respond, you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, your body molding against his as you let yourself get swept up in the moment.
"I love you," he whispered against your lips, his hands coming up to cup your face as he deepened the kiss, making you moan softly.
"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer still.
For several long moments, you lost yourself in the kiss, the taste and feel of Cillian driving any lingering doubts from your mind as you reconnected with a man you could never truly forget.
You didn't know if it was possible for things to be the same between the two of you again, but you wanted to try, and it seemed Cillian felt the same.
When you finally broke the kiss, you pulled back to gaze into his eyes, and there was a passionate intensity that made your heart race faster.
"I want us to live together as a family . Just you, me, and Mara. I want us to try and build a life together," you said, looking into his eyes with all the sincerity you possessed.
For a moment, Cillian simply stared at you, stunned by your sudden declaration, but then a slow smile spread over his face as he nodded in agreement.
"I thought you weren't ready for that?" he murmured, searching your face as if trying to gauge your certainty.
You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before meeting his gaze evenly. "I wasn't then," you admitted truthfully. "But I am now. I want to try, Cillian. I want us to be a proper family, no matter what that entails."
Cillian stared at you for a moment longer, as if trying to determine whether or not you meant what you were saying, before he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace that spoke volumes.
"I want that too," he breathed into your hair, his arms tightening around you protectively.
The relief that washed over you in that moment was something you couldn't quite describe. For the longest time, you had longed for the kind of connection you had once shared with Cillian, feeling lost and adrift without that guiding force in your life, and now, finally, it seemed as though there was a chance to rebuild.
"Good," you smiled , burying your face in his neck as you pressed yourself closer to him, relishing in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.
It was a bittersweet moment, knowing that there was still work to be done, but you felt a renewed sense of hope, taking solace in the fact that you would have him by your side as you navigated through the challenges ahead.
"Now show me how much you still want me!" you then told Cillian, pulling out of the kiss and looking at him with eyes that were so filled with desire that you could hardly contain yourself.
Cillian didn't need any further encouragement. He pulled you closer, his hands wandering over your body as he kissed you deeply, his lips hungry for yours.Â
"God, I've missed this. I've missed you," he whispered in between kisses, trailing them down your neck before reaching beneath your t-shirt to cupping your breasts over your bra.
You moaned softly, arching your back as you pulled him closer. "I want you so much,"Â you breathed out, your voice hoarse with desire.
Cillian's hands wandered over your body and, before you knew it, he pulled your t-shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra and jeans.Â
His tongue trailed a hot path down your neck, before placing kisses across your collarbones.Â
Eventually, helped you slide your jeans off too, tossing them aside, leaving you in just your lace underwear. Cillian's hunger was evident in the way his hands and mouth greedily explored your body, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear with a hint of tease.Â
"Take this off," you told him, tucking at his t-shirt at the same time. Cillian obliged, pulling it off to reveal his toned chest, covered in soft curls of hair.
You couldn't help but let your gaze linger on him a little as your hands wandered over his bare skin, feeling the muscles twitch beneath your fingers.
Cillian groaned at the sensation of your exploring touch, his hips bucking sharply against yours as he pulled you closer.
Your lips found each other's again and you kissed him deeply, almost desperately, as if trying to make up for the lost time.
Not long after, his jeans came off too and he was left in just his briefs, his thick erection pressed against your thigh.
You couldn't help but moan softly at the sensation, a shiver of lust running down your spine as you realized just how much you needed this. The past months had been challenging, to say the least, but now, with Cillian, you felt as if you could finally breathe again.
"Fuck Y/N," Cillian groaned, his hands sliding down to your waist, pulling your hips closer to his. "I want you so badly right now," he whispered, nipping at the skin of your neck as he unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor.
His hands wandered over your bare breasts, his thumbs grazing over your nipples, making you gasp at the sudden spark of pleasure that ran through your entire body.
You reached down, gripping his erection through the fabric of his briefs, making him growl low in his throat as his hips thrust forward.
"Jesus," Cillian breathed out, his fingers tightening on your hips.
"Let's just skip the foreplay for tonight. I really need to feel you inside me," you whispered into his ear, your hot breath making his cock twitch in anticipation.
Cillian groaned in response, pulling you even closer as he kissed you deeply. "Are you sure?" he asked against your lips, his tongue tracing the curve of your bottom lip. "Because you do know very well what my mouth can do."
"Yes, I am sure," you replied, tugging at the waistband of his briefs. "I really need your cock right now!"Â
Cillian didn't need any more encouragement. He quickly pulled the fabric of his briefs down and kicked it aside while you stood up and got rid of your panties quickly before climbing on top of him.
Your wetness brushed against the tip of his cock, making you let out a low moan before you positioned yourself above Cillian and slowly sank down on him.
"Oh fuck," Cillian groaned, his head falling back on the couch as you sheathed him fully inside of you. You let out a deep, shuddering groan of your own, relishing in the pleasure of being filled by him again.
You didn't waste any time. With one swift motion, you pushed yourself down, taking him all the way in.
"Fuck, Y/N," Cillian groaned, hands gripping your hips tightly.
You started to move up and down, savoring the feeling of his thick cock filling you up, the sensation of his skin sliding against yours, the sounds of his grunts and moans as you pleasured each other.
You rode him with abandon, the couch creaking and groaning with the force of your movements.
You could feel Cillian's cock hitting your deepest spots, again and again, in a rhythm that was both delicious and maddening.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Cillian groaned, hands gripping your hips tighter as he bucked his hips up towards you.
You could only moan in agreement, the sound escaping your lips as you increased your pace. You could feel yourself getting close, the familiar tingling sensation starting to build in your lower belly.
"I am planning to do this every night from now on. Every fucking night!" you panted out, throwing your head back as you felt the beginnings of your orgasm building within you.
Cillian's fingers dug into your hips as he thrust upwards, matching your rhythm. "Yes, every fucking night," he agreed, his voice strained with lust.
You could feel his cock swelling inside you, telling you that he was close too. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you cried out, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you rode him harder and faster.
You left scratch marks on his skin as you clung to him, trying to hold on as your orgasm built to a crescendo.
Cillian wrapped an arm around your waist, percentage guiding you, his breath hot and ragged against your ear as he hammered into you from below.
The corners of your vision blurred as colors danced behind your eyes, your body writhing and convulsing as your orgasm enveloped you completely.
"Yes, yes!" you screamed.
Cillian's thrusts faltered slightly as he felt the walls of your pussy trembling and fluttering around him, milking him for every drop of cum he had, before he too, pushed over the edge.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" he cried out, voice hoarse and strained as his body stiffened and convulsed beneath you. His cock swelled impossibly harder and thicker as rivers of warm cum pumped deep into your core, filling you to the brim with his essence.
"Oh fuck, I'm still cumming!" Cillian groaned, his hips bucking faster and faster as you milked him dry.
You collapsed against him, panting and spent, your body and mind in complete ecstasy.
Cillian's arms wrapped around you as he breathed in ragged gasps, his cock still twitching inside of you.
For a moment, you just lay there on the couch, your two bodies pressed tightly together, hearts beating in sync as if to a wild, primal rhythm.
Cillian's chest rose and fell against yours, hands gently stroking your back in slow, soothing motions. You could feel the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your body, still trembling with the overwhelming force of it.
Cillian too, remained inside you, still half-hard, his warm semen slowly leaking from your swollen pussy and trickling down your thighs.
After what felt like an eternity, you finally managed a weak laugh, burying your face in Cillian's neck.
Your entire body felt deliciously heavy and languid with pleasure, and it took every ounce of your willpower to push yourself up slightly off his chest just so you could look into his face.
"That was amazing," you whispered, your lips curling up into a soft smile of pure satisfaction as you traced the curve of Cillian's jaw with the pad of your thumb.
Cillian chuckled softly, brushing tendrils of damp hair from your forehead as he gazed into your eyes.
"It was quick, but so fucking good," he confirmed, seeing how you had only been at it for about twenty minutes.Â
"I know," you replied, your voice still breathless as you snuggled up close to him before, finally, lifting your hips so that his cock would slip out of you . You flinched at the sudden rush of wetness between your legs, a remnant of what had just happened still dripping from your pussy.
Cillian himself groaned in disappointment as he felt his cock soften, the withdrawal painful.
"I could stay inside you forever," Cillian whispered, peppering kisses over your neck and shoulders. His hands were wandering over your waist and hips, softly stroking your skin with a tenderness that almost made you cry.
You chuckled softly.
"I think I would like that," you replied, before sighing blissfully and reaching down between your legs to touch yourself, still wet with his semen.
Cillian watched you through half-lidded eyes as your fingers dipped between your pussy lips and came back glistening with the mix of both of your juices.
You brought it to your mouth , eyes still locked on his as you licked your lips slowly, savoring the taste of your lovemaking and Cillian swallowed hard at the sight.
"I think it is time for bed," you then announced softly, standing up from the couch. "You have to be up early again tomorrow morning to film that scene with Annabelle, remember?" you teased, with a sly little grin before wobbling off to the bedroom and Cillian chuckled weakly response before hauling himself up from the couch, his entire body still buzzing and tingling with euphoria from the mind-blowing sex you just had on this very couch.
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Miss You So
Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader
CW: AFAB reader w/ Fem pronouns, nudes, showering w/ no sex (not yet at least), cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, praise, scissoring, overstimulation, begging, teasing.
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: Post DI!Jill (I love older women too much sorry), proofread, love you guys and ty for all the love on my last post!!
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It was a rainy night, water dripping down your windows and the temperature low. The cold engulfed you from all angles, no matter how many comforters you cover yourself in. All you could think about is your wife. How she was, what she was doing, how long she was to do it. You knew her work was important to her and that she didnât like to be disturbed, but how you missed her so. All you wanted was her attention and for her to be home in your arms.
Feeling mischievous and needy, you tried a shower to calm your nerves. Running some hot water you placed your phone on the bathroom counter. You just wanted her home, by any means. A lightbulb went off in your head, you grinning at the sight of your phone. You stepped inside the shower, engulfing yourself under the warm water.
Jill took another sip of her coffee which was quickly growing cold. Chewing on her pen, attempting to finish the report in front of her that was urgent. Her phone on silent mode, vibrated. She wondered who was texting her at this time of night; usually, you were in bed by this time, asleep. She clicked on the message, opening her phone. She hoped it wasnât an emergency or anything like that.
To her relief, it wasnât. It was a picture of you in the shower, soapy breasts coming into view. She could see your nipples, hard and perky. Your hand on your collarbone, another message at the bottom. This time it was text, captioned;
âI miss youuuuu.â
Before she could even reply she was hounded by another goddamn pic, this time it was your hand cupped over your cunt; fingers inside yourself.
Captioned with, âWhat time will you be home? I donât think Iâll be able to wait.â With a kissy face emoji completing the sentence. Jill hastily closed her phone, with no reply and began packing up whatever she was working on. She hated to be distracted from her work and you were in for it. Sheâll finish the damned reports tomorrow morning. Tossing her bag over her shoulder, she left her office heading towards the parking lot.
The drive home was fast and blurred. Rain poured down on her windshield, she sped through the streets. Jill may have ran a few red lights on the way there, but no one was around anyway. She wondered what you were doing at home, imagining you with a hand between your legs, touching yourself with a fever under the warm water of the shower, covered in nothing but soap. Maybe you moaned her name a couple of times, maybe you were close; holding from finishing yourself off before she got home.
She entered the gate code and drove through the neighborhood, making a couple of turns before pulling up in the driveway. She got out of the car and grabbed her bag before walking up to the front door and pushing her keys inside the lock, twisting them, and opening the door. She kicked her boots off, placing them on the shelf next to the door along with her bag, which she placed on her desk in a room separate from the living room. She walked upstairs, silence following her throughout the house. You wouldnât even know that she was coming.
Jill made her way up the stairs, anticipation of seeing you. No matter how many times she saw you, it always made her feel something deep, her stomach twisting into knots each time. She walked down the hall and inside your bedroom, seeing the trail of clothes you purposely left to lead her to the bathroom. Jill chuckled at your display of desperation, happy that you desired her as much as she did you. She knew her workaholic tendencies werenât exactly ideal, and sometimes she just needed a push towards release. She undressed, tossing her clothes in a basket before walking towards your shared bathroom.
You were washing your body with a sensual touch in your movements that isnât common. But you knew you were going to have company so you continued. Wanting to be witnessed, lust being the only drive behind your actions. You moved the loofah through your breasts, lathering the soap; having drip down your chest and body. You smiled salaciously when you heard the creak of the bathroom door, continuing your previous actions. The door having an issue with the hinges, giving her away.
Jill stepped inside the shower, water spreading across her skin. Your backside, coming into view. She watched as you continued to groom yourself, feeling like a voyeur at the way her eyes scanned your body. She pulled against you against her waist, before speaking.
âHmmâŠmind to tell me what the photoshoot was for?â She snuck up behind you, pushing your hair to the side to whisper in your ear.
âI missed you.â You shivered as you felt her hands on your waist, warm breath still on your ear. Her hands came up slowly, now cupping and slowly kneading your breasts. âMissed you too.â She nipped at your neck, watching as you cried out when she pinched your nipple. She pulled away to your surprise, leaving you holding your breath.
âLetâs finish this and Iâll give you all my attention, okay?â She kissed your neck softly, hands returning to your waist as you mumbled out a âyesâ, still sexually frustrated.
You both washed up, you being playful at times. Blowing bubbles at Jill; who laughed at way foamy bubbles passed through the air towards her. Exchanging kisses here and there and finally finishing with you washing her hair, relishing at the way she hummed when you massaged her scalp. You both stepped out and dried off, Jill staring at you wrapped in nothing but a towel.
âI can see you staring.â You giggled, Jill breaking her aggressive eye contact from your form and returning it to your eyes. âNot like I was trying to hide it.â She grinned, wringing a towel through her hair. You dropped it, wrapping your arms around her neck. Eyes trailing up and down, you bit your lip. God, you drove her crazy.
Jill crashed her lips into yours, before grabbing your arm and having you move to the bedroom. She pushed you on the bed, your body moving upwards to accommodate her. She moves towards you with the intention of devouring you, attaching her lips to yours before moving to your neck. Massaging your breasts while leaving hickeys on your neck. You moaned out, body hot and ready.
She teased you, nipping on the underside of your breast. âTell me how much you missed me.â She whispered against your skin. You spread your legs, âSo much, couldnât help but think about you all day.â Your body responds to her touch with an uncontrollable ardor. âYeah, thatâs why you sent me those slutty photos; couldnât take your mind off me?â She loved the distress in your voice, knowing that you were bound to explode if she didnât touch you where you needed it soon.
But, how she loved to torture you.
Your eyes met hers as she rose to kiss you once again. You looked at her with a gaze that was laced with sin. Your body subconsciously arched into hers, wanting nothing more but her touch, her scent, her mouth, her everything. You watched as she moved lower, her hands coming to grab the underside of your thighs.
âWow, youâve made such a mess and we just got out the shower.â Jill chuckled, her breath making contact with your cunt, Jill spreading you; watching you leak onto the expensive sheets. âDirty girl,â She rasped, biting at your thigh. You let out a sigh of distress and desire, wanting nothing more but to have her please you. But first, she had to get her fill of watching you crumble.
âPlease, I want you so bad,â You whispered, moaning at Jill sucking hickeys into your thighs. It was a show really, watching your swollen cunt clench around nothing and your stomach cave in along with your face in an emotion nothing short of pure want. âJill.â Your voice taking her out of her own head, filled with nothing but scenarios of making your scream.
She bit you once more, before finally moving down onto your swollen bud; teasing it a bit with a couple slow licks and moving to sucking, hard. You cried out, hand reaching behind you to grab a pillow to keep your sanity. Your shaky and breathless moans were reminiscent of paradise, Jill willing to do anything to receive the key. She snuck two fingers towards your entrance, pressing them inside. She watched as you howled, your voice shaky and winded.
âYes!â Your eyes rolled back as you felt her fingers move upwards, her mouth still stimulating your clit. Your hips bucking up involuntarily, Jill pressing down on your stomach to keep you in place. âStay still.â She growled in your cunt, face sticky and covered in your fluids. You tried your best to follow her command, body trembling from time to time. She raised her head for a moment, fingers still inside and abusing your g-spot.
Then she spat.
Watching your pussy clench around her fingers and hearing you moan so loud that it could be heard throughout the house drove her insane. âFuck thatâs it.â Jill watched intently, her drool moving like sap down your puffy clit and onto the crevices of her fingers. You wailed her name, legs tense and in the air. She could tell that you were on the peak, back arched and voice high and needy.
âJill, Jill, Jill, Jillll!â You drawled out, the heat blossoming in your stomach; the force knocking the wind out of your body. You heaved, Jill relishing in your filthy noises. She leaned back in as she felt you clench around her fingers, hard. Sucking on your clit, she finished you off; you letting out a squeal. Crying out her name in a compilation of gibberish, you whined as she slowed her pace; letting you ride out your orgasm.
How she wished she could do this all day.
âShh, itâs alright.â She moved upwards, wiping her face with the back of her hand before kissing you softly. She cupped your cheek with her free hand. âMy good girl.â She smiled lovingly at your facial expression, eyes low and irises blown. âYouâre not too tired are you?â She asked with a soft voice, one that she only used with you.
You shook your head. âGood.â She raised her leg over yours, placing her wetness on top of yours. She spent a moment still, giving you a moment to recover before adjusting her hips to align her pussy with yours. You both moaned in unison as her hips began to move. âFuck baby, youâre soaked,â Jill whined, hissing as she maintained a steady rhythm. She grinded on you hard, making you cry out due to the intense sensation.
The sodden feel of your fluids melding spread to your thighs. You reached out a hand, placing it on Jillâs breast and gently rubbing her nipple. She groaned, hips rocking back and forth against you. You moaned out, reaching forward to kiss Jill. Her tongue conquered your mouth, growling in your mouth as she conquered your body as well.
âShit you drive me insane, donât you know that?â She pulled away from your lips, hers damp and swollen. âSending me those pictures while Iâm writing reports, begging for me to fuck you senseless.â âYou happy now?â Jill asked out of breath and the most you could do is nod in a fucked out daze, eyes rolling back when she ground a bit harder into you.
Above you was a goddess, using you as she pleased. Her bottom lip caught under her teeth, a small bead of sweat sliding down her temple. A strong arm holding your leg up, you entranced by her muscles and the way they protruded as she held you in place. You watched as her hips rolled over yours, Jill shuddering at the delicious pleasure she felt due to the friction of you both. Loud groans, grunts, and whimpers were all that was heard between you two.
âFuck baby, Iâm so close.â The sound of your cunts grinding against one another becoming louder and louder by each passing second. âDonât stop.â You responded in a whimper. âI would even dream of it, oh my God.â Jill said, closing her eyes as pleasure coursed through her veins, moaning out when she reached her peak. âFuck!â She yelled out as she gushed on top of you, still keeping her hips moving as she did before.
You followed shortly after, the second orgasm groundbreaking and potent. You smashed your lips against Jillâs and cried into her mouth. A hand wrapped around her bicep, the firm muscle under your fingertips. Whispering her name once you both pull apart, Jill slows her hips to help you ride out your orgasms. Leaning forward and kissing you more softly this time, she held your face in her hand; humming as you wrapped your arms around her. She pulled away, landing on her side.
âYouâre so beautiful.â She said, wrapping you in her arms. You were still in a daze, eyes low and body limp. You both spent a moment in each other's embrace. Your blinks became heavier over time, Jill taking notice.âDonât fall asleep yet, we gotta get cleaned up.â You mumbled, âIâm not sleepy.â Your eyes threatened to close on you.
âYes you are, youâre doing that thing with your eyes.â She teased, poking your nose to awaken you. You rolled your eyes, laughing as she did it again. âIâm going to get a towel.â She grinned, before sliding out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. You whistled and propped your head up, Jill laughing as you ogled her. She came back with damp and warm towels.
She cleaned you and herself, passing you some water. You drank, yawning. She discarded the towels, moving to the edge of the bed. Jill slid back in bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you again and pulling the comforter over you.
âWhat do you want for breakfast tomorrow?â You asked, Jill stroking your face while you did so.
âFrench toast.â She replied with a quickness, a blush present on her face to her neck.
âDone.â You gave a peck to her lips, happy to have her by your side.
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